Sure, here's the translation:
Crown Prince Cyan Lion threatened.
Feeling the coercion of the three, Princess Peacock clenched her delicate fists, but facing these three unruly demon offspring backed by the Demon Emperors, what could she do?
In this vast expanse of ten thousand mountains, among countless demons, who dares to confront these three reckless Demon Lords of Mayhem?
"I agree, but it must be a formal marriage!"
Princess Peacock bit her rosy lips, ultimately compromising and reluctantly agreeing.
"Good."
Crown Prince Golden Roc was overjoyed and excitedly said:
"Rest assured, Princess, I will make preparations immediately and one month later, I'll come to marry the princess, giving her a grand ceremony!"
Holding a ceremony is nothing to him.
A piece of cake.
After all, Princess Peacock is one of the newly selected top ten beauties of the demon race.
He wants to invite all those idle friends for a good show-off.
To make them envious, yet unable to partake.
