The procession that was set to continue forward came to an abrupt halt with that one call, and everyone's gaze swiftly turned to the person who had spoken.
"Elder of the clan?" Zhou Mu turned his head back in surprise, his eyes and brows exuding a chilly aura.
"Ahem!" Under his gaze, the venerable elder took a step forward, clearing his throat with a grave expression, "Isn't there a tradition of displaying the betrothal gifts? How can my Great Zhou Imperial Family marry off a prince and lose face in the process?"
Just like Emperor Zhoulin, he too looked down on a woman like Gu Changsheng becoming Zhou Mu's principal wife. However, Emperor Zhoulin's intentions were also those of the Zhou Family Clan!
The Great Zhou cannot be without Zhou Mu; neither can the millennia-old foundation of his Zhou family!
Zhou Mu heard this and slightly raised his eyebrows almost imperceptibly, yet he made no move to stop the elder.
