Zhao Letian and others, as candidates for the Prince Consort, held a status far from ordinary, not mixed with common people in the square, but stood atop the tower of the Royal Palace.
However, they were only standing at the edge of the tower, a lot of space was left empty in the middle that even they were not qualified to occupy with seats.
At this moment, only the Princess, sitting next to the principal seat in the center, no one else occupied any of the other seats.
"Someone is coming!"
Suddenly, the crowd looked up toward the sky, seeing a middle-aged man dressed in white robes, with a refined appearance and a warm smile, treading the air as if walking on an invisible path.
And behind him followed a robust youth in black clothing.
"Murong Zhan? To be able to make this guy honestly follow behind him, that white-robed middle-aged man must be Scholar King, right?"
