Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife – o

Outside the ancient castle, withered vines crawled all over the walls, and the courtyard was steeped in a heavy, desolate silence. The rusted gates creaked "ee-ya, ee-ya" in the cold wind, a sound that set one’s teeth on edge. In the vast courtyard, a group of people in white robes stood with their hands clasped behind their backs. At a glance, there were at least over a hundred of them.

"Is everything outside already cleaned up?" the man in the lead suddenly asked.

A white-robed man behind him lowered his head and replied, "Yes. Hardly anyone comes here to begin with; the surroundings are already under control."

The man nodded in satisfaction and said nothing more. He stared toward the main gate of the castle, then suddenly lifted his hand.

The people behind him, receiving the order, immediately hurled an energy light sphere. The energy light sphere smashed into the castle wall with a deafening thud and violent tremor.

In the underground palace, the council member who was covered in blood fainted right after delivering the news. The Chairman of the council had him carried away to be settled, then opened the full-range surveillance feed. On the video, the situation in the courtyard was crystal clear, and everyone’s expressions darkened.

"That old man Brown."

Louis Brown, an Archbishop of the Church of Divine Country second only to the Pope. Even the Archbishop in Red from the Black Forest back then had to rank beneath him. Under Brown’s command were three knight teams of terrifying strength. Led by him, these three knight teams had won countless battles. As for Brown’s own power, it was even more unfathomable.

"They’ve got at least a hundred people. What do we do?" a member of the Blood Clan asked.

The Werewolves had always been fierce and battle-hardened; one of them thumped his chest right away. "We fight our way out! It’s just a bunch of pretty boys, what’s there to be scared of?!"

"A bunch of brainless muscleheads! That’s an Archbishop! A few years ago, his Light Summoning could already call down the Angel Gabriel; by now he might even be able to summon a Seraph! If we charge out, we’re just marching to our deaths!" a Blood Clan member snorted coldly.

The Wolf Tribe began to roar back, clearly unwilling to accept being looked down on by the Blood Clan.

Old Prince Bruch and the others all frowned deeply. Just then, another energy sphere smashed into the castle, and the rumbling blast shook heaven and earth.

"They’ve got too many people—we can only call for reinforcements!"

There were only a little over forty people currently in the council; trying to handle more than a hundred from The Church was no easy task. The others also felt this was indeed the case and immediately took out their phones to start calling.

However...

"No signal!"

"Father, I don’t have any signal here either!"

Everyone was horrified to discover that all their phone signals had been jammed. In other words, they had been isolated!

"What do we do?"

"What else can we do? We can only fight our way out. The Church must have planned this long ago, waiting for the council election to spring a siege on us!"

At sessions of the Dark Council, all the major high-levels and elite fighters of the Blood Clan and the Wolf Tribe were required to attend. Once they were slaughtered here, the Blood Clan and the Werewolves would suffer an unprecedented blow!

The atmosphere instantly congealed. Old Prince Bruch, Bach, and the others all furrowed their brows, their faces gloomy.

Xia Hau had been silent all this time. Seeing everyone’s grim expressions, he suddenly gave a light cough and spoke.

"Everyone, have you forgotten about me and Xiao Qing?"

They were all taken aback.

"Xiao Qing’s Blood Guard Army is invincible wherever it goes, and the Thirteen Blood Generals wiped out all the Bronze Holy Knights back then. You... haven’t heard about that, have you?"

Realization dawned on everyone; they had almost forgotten this.

In an instant, everyone’s gaze swept in unison toward An Yiqing. Under their eager stares, An Yiqing raised an eyebrow.

"Don’t blame me for kicking you when you’re down, but about the positions of Chairman and Vice Chairman..."

"As long as you can help us get through this crisis, all the families of the Secret Party will fully submit to the choices of Mr. Xia and Miss An," Old Prince Bruch said.

The others of the Secret Party followed suit, stating their stance one after another. Seeing this, the Neutral Party also agreed. Xia Hau’s strength was obvious to all; if An Yiqing saved the Blood Clan, a mere Vice Chairman’s seat was hardly worth mentioning.

"We of the Wolf Tribe don’t really care. We can at least admit Mr. Xia’s strength! As for Miss An, we’ll talk after you help us wipe out the enemy!" the Wolf Tribe leader said.

Now, only the Magic Party and the current high-level council remained.

Bach was extremely depressed. He had originally been full of confidence, thinking he could defeat Xia Hau, only to end up being chased and beaten by him. Just when he was about to turn things around, The Church people came to stir up trouble. And now the only solution was to rely on An Yiqing’s power. This made him very unhappy, yet he could do nothing about it.