Chapter 1241 Marriage
“Lady Jingle, we might have offered very good terms, but Peyton is known for his ruthlessness, so no one dares to stand against him. Besides, he has Divine Beast Sect on his back, so no one dares to challenge him,” another elder explained.
“I don’t believe no one will stand up for us if I use myself as the reward,” Cecilia snapped, the frown on her brows deepening.
The elders lowered their heads in silence.
“Change the terms on the announcement. I will marry anyone who takes down Peyton,” Cecilia remarked, clenching her jaw.
“Lady Jingle! This cannot be! You can’t be the head of the clan anymore if you marry! This is our tradition!” an elder quickly advised.
“Millie can take over. There’s no other way. I can’t just let everyone in Crimson Palace die in Peyton’s hands! That man is a beast! He has eyed Crimson Palace for years. Now that he is the godson of Divine Beast Sect, he’s doing as he wishes. We all know how many women he has killed. None of them came out in one piece! I’m willing to sacrifice myself for the whole Crimson Palace!” the lady said tragically.
The elders could not say otherwise because they knew that was their only way out in the face of Peyton, an enemy with the ability equivalent to a Semi Martial Arts Marquis.
Cecilia was an Eighth Level Martial Arts Grandmaster, so she was no match for Peyton.
Moreover, that man had got the support of Divine Beast Sect.
Their prospects were grim because, at that rate, they were not even sure if anyone would take up the charge, even when Cecilia had put herself up as a reward.
Two days went by without any news.
No one came forward, although Cecilia had promised to marry anyone who would face Peyton. Divine Beast Sect was the strongest in the South, and no one had the gut to provoke them.
As for martial artists from other places, there was no good reason for them to antagonize Divine Beast Sect. After all, no one would be able to win without home advantage.
“Remember my orders. All of you must do everything you can to send Millie away unscathed with the identity token. Crimson Palace will live on as long as she lives. As for the other disciples, tell them to preserve their integrity till death, for we know death is better than ending up in his brutal claws. We will not let Peyton have his way,” Cecilia reminded the elders solemnly that day.
Everyone was solemn and grieved as the finality of their fate registered.
Because Crimson Palace was run solely by women, they had always done things in a low-profile manner for fear of unwanted trouble, yet in the end, they still could not defend themselves from a savage and perverted man.
Suddenly, a disciple rushed in while Cecilia was talking to the elders.
“Lady Jingle, someone’s at the door. He claims to be able to help Crimson Palace.”
“I’ll go now,” Cecilia exclaimed, rushing to the entrance.
Finally.
To Cecilia, this was the last chance of survival for her people, although it meant that she would have to marry herself off.
All she could pray for was that the man who came forth was someone she found attractive instead of an old and frail man.
When she came to the gate, she saw a man with a navy blue top and a pair of sunglasses.
Cecilia heaved a sigh of relief when she saw that it was a young man.
Upon seeing Cecilia at the gate, the man took down his sunglasses, and his jaw dropped.
His reaction elicited a change in color on Cecilia’s face. Her impression of him dropped instantly.
