As he left the Milan Cathedral, Ye Xunhuan's face was filled with joy, while Nicholas looked like an aggrieved little wife, his face brimming with grievance and frustration!
Ye Xunhuan, with his arm around Nicholas's shoulder, whispered, "Buddy, I think you should have a chat with your Pope and play matchmaker for me, letting your holy maiden be my little wife!"
"That way, we'd be relatives by marriage..."
Upon hearing Ye Xunhuan's words, the frustration on Nicholas's face immediately turned into unprecedented rage, "Marshal, if you dare insult the holy maiden again, I will fight you to the death!"
"Buddy, have you forgotten that you can't beat me?" Ye Xunhuan said, without any regard for Nicholas's threat, and laughed, "If you want to run around bare-butt again, I really don't mind!"
Ye Xunhuan's words seemed to have struck a nerve, and Nicholas's expression turned extremely gloomy, his eyes fiery as he glared at Ye Xunhuan.