"How can a bloodline of unknown origin like hers be worthy of giving birth to your offspring?"

"Only Tritas of my clan is worthy of your noble bloodline."

Drover said this forcefully despite Negar's suppression.

Yan Si was a little annoyed.

Even if she wanted to be a transparent background tool, she couldn't stand the repeated verbal insults.

Yan Si couldn't stand this kind of grievance.

Suppressing Negar's hand that wanted to pull him away, Yan Si spoke first: "Old man, your words are lacking."

Seeing Yan Si interrupting, Droville said dissatisfiedly: "I don't agree with your identity, so what identity are you talking to me with?"

Yan Si sighed and said to Negar, "Negar, please remove the suppression first."

Negar didn't ask why, and silently lifted the suppression on Droville as Yan Si said.

Yan Si performed a simple skirt-lifting salute to Droville, and said under his gloomy gaze: "In our East, there is an idiom called respecting the old and loving the young."

"I see that you are not young anymore, so I will show you respect first. Secondly, regardless of my status in talking to you, since I can stand shoulder to shoulder with Negar, I am certainly not an ordinary person. What right do you have to define my existence according to your own ideas?"

"If you are talking about this, can I define you as a buzzing old mosquito?"

"Besides, in what capacity are you opposing the prince's choice?"

"you!"

Droville was slightly upset by what Yan Si said and pointed at Yan Si angrily.

But the next second, the finger he was pointing at Yan Si was cut off by Negar who was standing beside him. The finger fell on the carpet with a thud, and the broken finger was bleeding.

"Droville, show some respect to my bride."

Negar said in an unquestionable tone.

Drover covered his slowly healing finger, snorted coldly amid the strange looks of the surrounding vampires, and saluted to Negar, saying, "I overstepped my bounds. I am feeling a little unwell right now, so I will take my leave, Your Highness."

"I'm afraid I won't be able to enjoy this banquet."

Droville threw away his cloak, unwilling to argue with Yan Si any further.

Firstly, as an elder of the Claude family, it was indeed inappropriate for him to frequently oppose the choices of the Prince of the Gastler family.

Secondly, he felt Negar's murderous intent, and cutting off his finger was just a warning. If he continued to object, he might not be able to protect his status as the elder of the Claude family.

"Wait a minute, old man, would it be inappropriate for you to just leave like this?"

Yan Si took advantage of the victory and called out to Droville who had turned around and was about to leave.

Facing Yan Si's sudden request to stay, Droville paused and turned around, saying impatiently, "Miss, do you have anything else to say?"

Although he was now forced to leave, he still did not agree with Yan Si's identity.

Yan Si crossed his arms and said with a smile: "Is it because I feel that you are still unconvinced?"

"Although I don't care whether you agree with my identity as the bride of Negar, you are not convinced of my strength and think that I am just a useless vase. You deny the value of my existence. I have to argue with you about this."

"So how about we have a most primitive competition?"

Her identity as Negar’s bride can be denied, but her value of existence as Yan Si can never be denied.

Yan Si really gets anxious.

As soon as Yan Si said this, everyone's eyes turned to Yan Si and Droville.

Droville didn't expect such a situation to happen. He was stunned for a moment, then said in disbelief: "Are you challenging me to a duel?"

There were also vampires present who couldn't help but whisper to each other.

"Is this oriental woman crazy? Is she challenging Elder Droville?"

"Did His Royal Highness give her the confidence to be so lawless?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, being the bride of His Royal Highness makes her so proud. I'm so envious. My bloodline is noble enough, so why can't I be the bride of His Royal Highness?"

Yan Si listened to the whispers around her, and her smiling face darkened. In response, Yan Si spoke again: "Let me make it clear that I am not challenging you to a duel as the bride of Negar, but as myself."

"I am myself first, and then Nergal's bride."

"My name is Yan Si, and I am a seeker from the East."

Yan Si's voice, neither humble nor arrogant, was heard by everyone present.

Droville laughed sinisterly and said, "Interesting, very interesting."

"Since you want to compete with me, what if you lose?"

Yan Si looked determined and said, "I won't lose."

Because I am using the identity of Yan Si, I will not lose.

Can't lose either.

Droville didn't expect Yan Si to be so confident. After laughing, he said, "Okay, since you want to compete, then compete. But if you lose, I want you to voluntarily give up your identity as Negar's bride."

"no problem."

Yan Si agreed without hesitation.

Anyway, this identity is fake, and Yan Si is confident that he will not lose.

Just as Yan Si agreed without hesitation, Negar suddenly clenched his hands behind his back, lowered his head slightly, and the silk on his eyes covered his loneliness.

Droville licked his recovered fingers and looked at Yan Si viciously.

"How do you want to compete with me? In a duel arena? In magic? Or something else?"

Yan Si snapped his fingers and said, "Didn't I just say that? We are going to compete in the most primitive way."

"How about arm wrestling?"

When Droville heard Yan Si's words, he stood there in a daze. He had clearly planned various ways of competition in his mind, but he did not expect that the method proposed by Yan Si would be so simple and crude.

"Are you sure, arm wrestling?"

"Is this the simple way to compete?"

Yan Si nodded as a matter of course and said, "What else? I've already said that it's the most primitive way of competing. Arm wrestling is the best way to prove each other's strength. Isn't that okay?"

Drover looked dazed, and so did the vampires around him.

After making such a big scene and saying such grand words, in the end it’s just arm wrestling?

"Just tell me whether you want to compete or not."

Yan Si said.

Droville came to his senses from his daze and said, "Compete, of course. Since you've made up your mind, let's have an arm wrestling competition."

While the servants were preparing the venue for arm wrestling, Negar quietly grabbed Yan Si's hand.

"Yan..."

Negar said worriedly.

Yan Si patted Negar's hand, and this time she was the one who signaled Negar to be at ease.

"Don't worry, Negar, I won't lose."

The venue was quickly set up, Yan Si let go of Negar's hand, and went to arm wrestle with Droville with full confidence.

Feeling the touch on his hand disappear, Negar placed his hand to his lips, feeling the remaining touch.

Yan, it seems that I mean less to you than I thought.

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