'If the rumors are true, then the man standing before me is as good as the Monarch of Xi Yan...'
Old Prince Feng's expression soured. Faced with a figure of such immense stature, by rights, he, a Prince of Nanyuan, should have personally gone to offer a respectful welcome.
But the man wasn't here to celebrate his birthday. 'If I go to offer greetings, won't I lose all face? I can't move. I'm his elder, after all. The Crown Prince of Xi Yan didn't come to wish me a long life, so on what grounds should I go greet him?'
"Brother, is he really the Crown Prince of Xi Yan?" Jiang Yue asked, craning her neck.
"There's no mistake. No one in the world would dare impersonate the Crown Prince of Xi Yan." Jiang Chenyi stared at the regal man. His very presence exuded a noble air, no matter where he stood.
"Did Sister Ye invite him too? Just who is she? She's incredible." Jiang Yue had never seen so many dignitaries and precious treasures in one place.
