So much had happened in Apocalypse City lately. Mr. Li's break-in at the imperial palace was a secret to most, but not to those of considerable status.
The Southern Jue Sword Immortal Yu Shengmo had come to Tianqi and fought Li Changsheng.
The Marquis of Zhenxi, Baili Luochen, had come to Tianqi; Li Changsheng had left Tianqi; General Ye Yu's son, Ye Yun, had been exposed and put on the wanted list... Every one of these events had captured everyone's attention.
Gu Hui remained in the prince's residence, playing the qin and flute each day, handling the residence's affairs, and occasionally cultivating the secret art of Samsara as he sank into meditation. On one hand, he tempered his Divine Soul; on the other, he practiced swordsmanship and the like within his meditations.
Whenever he had free time, he would have his subordinates tell him about what had happened in Apocalypse City, enjoying the gossip.
But karma had arrived. He had probably enjoyed too much gossip about others; this time, it was his turn to become the subject of gossip.
The main hall was packed with guests, and Gu Hui wore festive red robes.
"Apocalypse City is especially lively today!"
Xiao Ruofeng, standing beside him, understood that his elder brother was hinting at something, but he still played dumb.
Yi Bu, however, inwardly cursed. This prince understood everything perfectly well.
"Of course it is lively. It is your wedding day, Brother!"
Gu Hui shook his head and smiled. "I know what you want to do, Ruo Feng. There is no need to stop him. Let him come in.
"I am rather curious myself—what kind of young hero could win Wenjun's heart?"
Xiao Ruofeng fell silent for a moment before replying, "Yes, Imperial Brother!"
Gu Hui had his own thoughts as well.