"Ah!" Noble Consort Lan sprang to her feet. Hearing those words was like being struck over the head with a cudgel, and she instantly awakened. She was so delighted she nearly cried out, losing her composure somewhat.
Her fingers clasped tightly together before her chest as she struggled not to make a spectacle of herself, yet inwardly she was shouting wildly. She paced back and forth before her seat. That's right! Such a wonderful solution—how had I never thought of it? Why had I spent every day frowning in misery instead of thinking of a way to solve it? Why hadn't I sought out someone who understood to clear up my doubts? Could moping about in sorrow all day possibly solve anything?
Taishu Huan'er, however, was somewhat dumbfounded. Marry... marry Shao Pingbo?
"Your Highness!" The cultivators outside, who had been keeping a close watch on the room, saw something unusual and rushed in at once, thinking something had happened. They immediately surrounded Jia Wuqun and Yuan Cong.
Yuan Cong swiftly surveyed the surroundings with vigilance. Jia Wuqun, however, treated it as nothing. No matter how the winds and waves rose, he remained as calm as drifting clouds and a gentle breeze. He watched Noble Consort Lan's reaction without even batting an eyelid.
Yuan Cong, vigilant toward everything around him, sensed it. He glanced back and realized that anyone who dared gossip before Misty Pavilion indeed had some courage.
As soon as these people barged in, Guo Wenshang and the others outside panicked as well. Fearing something had happened, they hurried inside. Yet with one look, they saw nothing amiss and had no idea why this group of attendant mages was so tense.
At the doorway, Mai Deman, who had rushed over, was also anxious. He stood on tiptoe to peer