When Ye Zhen arrived at the Ancestral God Hall, there was still more than half a shichen before the time Grand Priest Bai Xiang had set for the discussion.
After hesitating for a moment, Ye Zhen decided to visit the Barbarian Spirit Hall first.
Ever since he had rejected Benevolent Sovereign Ji Long's hint in court yesterday, Ye Zhen had felt somewhat afraid to face Princess Changle.
This fear was not fear itself, but a sense of guilt in his heart.
For so long now, Princess Changle had made her feelings and intentions toward Ye Zhen abundantly clear.
Moreover, whenever Ye Zhen was in trouble, Princess Changle had usually been the first to step forward, helping him regardless of the cost.
So long as they were not blind, anyone in court could see that Princess Changle had feelings for Ye Zhen.
Before this, what stood between Princess Changle and Ye Zhen was the difference in their statuses, as vast as clouds and mud.
When a princess of Great Zhou married beneath her station, at the very least she would marry into a noble family of dukes or marquises.
Fortunately, Ye Zhen had later rendered great merit. Though the title Duke of North Sea Commandery was somewhat lacking, it had already erased this natural chasm between them. Benevolent Sovereign Ji Long had also tacitly approved of the matter. All that was lacking was a suitable opportunity.
At the root of it, Ye Zhen was still only a first-generation duke. His bloodline and foundations were far from sufficient.
It was only because of the command talent and military prowess Ye Zhen had displayed, which made Benevolent Sovereign Ji Long wish to draw him in, that this promise had been made.
All the important ministers in court had thought Ye Zhen would ask