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Wang Haoxuan suddenly pushed through the crowd and rushed forward, his knees hitting the altar stairs heavily.
"Father! Let me take her away! Go to the city and abort the child and then..."
"You fool!" The High Priest's staff struck his son's shoulder harshly, "Can the Wang Family's seed be left outside?"
The situation reached a deadlock, so silent that even a pin drop could be heard.
"I know what to do!"
Tang Feifei suddenly interrupted with a sharp voice, her tone like a blade scraping over rust, grating and shrill.
Everyone's eyes turned to her.
She tilted her face, her makeup ruined by tears, yet her lips twisted into an eerie grin, almost a snarl.
"Since the Wang Family's bloodline cannot be broken, why not... change the person?"
The High Priest's eyebrows twitched fiercely.
Tang Feifei's gaze bypassed the crowd and fixed on me, her eyes swirling with malicious glee.
"Let her! Become the Fire God Bride again!"
She raised her bloodied hand, pointing directly at me.