No matter how genius Qiu Shan Jun was, solely from a status standpoint, how can one compare him with the master of a princess?
Luo Luo looked at the pedantic young scholar who spoke earlier, lifted up her eyebrows and asked, “In order to resist the demons, humans need to unite. The south and the north need to make a union. So Xu You Rong must marry Qiu Shan Jun? Only because of the so-called righteous cause, you would force a woman to marry someone she doesn’t want to marry?”
The young scholar said with a trembling voice, “Shouldn’t we?”
“Of course you shouldn’t!”
Luo Luo looked at the person and said confidently, “She’s the wife of my master, how can you make her marry another man? I really suspect if you are a demon spy.”
The young scholar’s face was swollen red. He felt very angry, but didn’t dared to say anything.
Luo Luo looked at the people and said, “The righteous cause? I am the righteous cause. My master owned the righteous cause. How dare you use the righteous cause to threaten him? What a joke!”