As these words were spoken, the whole place fell silent.
The high-ranking practitioners of the Holy Capital turned to look, only to find a white-clad man standing near the dragon carriage, sword drawn.
It was this sword that stopped the Third Prince.
"Women are meant to be cherished, not beaten," these words fell upon the Third Prince's Consort's ears, making her tremble, tears streaming down.
She married the Third Prince at twenty-five.
She thought that after becoming the prince's consort, she could assist her husband in rising to prominence, but who knew, the Third Prince would indulge in wine and women every day.
He remained indifferent to her.
Not only that, the Third Prince did not cultivate earnestly, and after all these years, other princes had broken through to the Earth Immortal Realm while he was stuck at the peak of the Human Immortal Realm.
The Third Prince's Consort had advised the Third Prince.
But in return, she faced beatings.
