"Yes." However, unexpectedly, Zhao Yanran nodded in agreement.
"Wow, really, little brother, it looks like you're getting a wife. Have you seen Miss Yanran's looks? She is ranked as the seventh most beautiful woman on the Heavenly Dao Continent," Mu Wuxia said somewhat surprised.
"He has seen her." Before Mu Rufeng could speak, Zhao Yanran answered.
"It seems you two have met before, tsk tsk tsk." Mu Wuxia kept sizing them up, but she felt a bit anxious inside.
The Ninth Prince was getting married, and among all the eligible princes and princesses, only she and the Sixth Prince remained.
That useless Sixth Prince, not to mention, he goes proposing every day, but the daughters of decent families despise him to death.
Even the Emperor feels embarrassed to grant him a marriage.
Mu Wuxia could feel that her future would be increasingly difficult and even, possibly, she might be given a marriage decree at this Empress Dowager's birthday feast.
