Dressed as Prince Gou, the system forced me to be exposed

Ye Qinghan mentally greeted the Holy Lord and his uncle while walking out of the crowd.

I have long felt that he is unreliable, and he has not shown up yet.

I had no choice but to bite the bullet and stand up, otherwise my wife would be sentenced to someone else.

"Who is this person?"

The melon-eaters all looked curious.

Judging from the way he was dressed, he didn't look like a member of the tribe, so he must be a tourist from another dynasty.

Is it your turn as a tourist to object to the saint's marriage?

The high priest cast his gaze on Ye Qinghan, and with a little strangeness, he asked, "Who are you?"

"Dali Dynasty, prince Pingnan, Ye Qinghan." Ye Qinghan reported himself.

Discussion sounded immediately.

"I've heard of his name, the biggest dandy in Yujing City."

"He jumped out to object, wouldn't he be interested in the saint?"

"It depends."

The high priest's eyes narrowed when he heard Ye Qinghan's name.

He knew the other party. The high priest was paying attention to the recent entanglements between him and Huo Yingyue, as well as his own lineage.

I just didn't expect that he not only came to the Holy City, but also stood up to disrupt the situation at this juncture.

At this time, Huo Yingyue was sitting on the high platform, looking here with anxiety on her face.She was looking forward to the master's appearance as soon as possible, but also worried about Ye Qinghan's safety.

"Why do you object?" the high priest asked calmly.

"Because Prince Zhao is not worthy of the saint."

"Then who can be worthy?"

"Me." Ye Qinghan pointed to his nose.

There was an uproar at the scene.

"He is indeed interested in the saint. This is a bride-stealing act. What happens next will be great to see."

Many people wanted to watch the excitement.

And those who were originally aggrieved for the saint and did not support the marriage were even more excited. It was a good thing for someone to come forward.

"Are you worthy?" The high priest sneered: "As far as I know, your reputation doesn't seem to be good either."

(Zhao Chengkang: If it’s not good, it’s not good. Why add another one?)

"Those are old almanacs. Now send someone to the Dali Dynasty to find out what my reputation is. At least it is much better than yours." While Ye Qinghan defended himself, he did not forget to ridicule the other party.

"Yes, the prince is extremely talented and has a benevolent heart."

"He is the spiritual support of thousands of ordinary people."

"He gave countless refugees a bite to eat."

"I support the prince's marriage to the saint. They are a talented man and a beautiful woman."

"I support it too."

There were also many people from the Dali Dynasty present, and they all stood up to support Ye Qinghan.During this period, Ye Qinghan did gain a lot of sincere support as the head of Zhilan Huijiu.

If the saint must marry, most people would like Zhao Chengkang and Ye Qinghan to be the latter.

You will know how to choose just by looking at the appearance.

One is sluggish, dull and silly, while the other is handsome and talkative... Comparing goods has to be thrown away, and comparing people to others can lead to death.

Ye Qinghan patiently kept talking to the other party, also trying to delay time. Is Shengzun, you bastard, still here?

"Even if what you say is true, so what?" The high priest smiled sinisterly: "We are discussing marriage, not open marriage proposals. There are so many outstanding young people in the world, do they have to compete with each other before we can have one? Are you qualified to marry a saint?"

That makes sense... Ye Qinghan thought, I can't refute it.

But if you fucking marry your own daughter, I don’t care how you marry her.But the woman who harmed me also used a bunch of big principles to oppress me. How can I bear it?

"I think since it's a marriage, shouldn't we ask the saint herself what she means?"

"If she is willing to marry Prince Dazhao, then no one has anything to say. If she is not willing and wants to marry this prince instead, what does the high priest say?" Ye Qinghan could only move Huo Yingyue out. Only in this way can we occupy a theoretical high point.

The high priest snorted coldly.

How could he ask Huo Yingyue what he thought.

You can tell with your toes that she doesn't want to.

"If you continue to act recklessly, don't blame me for not knowing how to treat guests, so I will drive you away from the Skyfire Tribe." The high priest was too lazy to argue and directly broke it with force.

Let your tongue bloom like a lotus flower, I just won't give you a chance.

Ye Qinghan's face looked ugly. This old bastard... was even more hateful than the shrinking-headed Saint.

How to do?

Is there any other way to delay it?

Just as he was racking his brains, an ethereal voice sounded.

"I think he is qualified to ask for marriage."

Hearing this voice, Ye Qinghan felt relieved.

Your uncle, the Holy Lord, is finally here.