Just as the woman finished speaking, Princess Ata frowned in displeasure, shooting a glance at her.
"Dream on if you expect me to stay on Yunzhou Island and marry these rejects you have here!"
Princess Ata's voice was cold, her gaze razor-sharp, as if she wanted to condemn the woman who had spoken to death by a thousand cuts.
"Rejects?"
"Miss, let me tell you, the men of Yunzhou Island are certainly no less handsome than those from the Central Plains. Look at the young gentlemen here in this Flower Hall—is any one of them inferior to Young Master Ji or Young Master Long?"
As soon as the woman finished speaking, everyone in the Flower Hall could not help but stare at Ji Youzhi and the Emperor. As they looked on, the expressions in some people's eyes began to change.
"HUH... why does Young Master Ji look somewhat like Brother Yun He?"
At this man's words, Ji Youzhi and the Emperor could not help but feel a flicker of panic.
