In the blink of an eye, Sikong Jing's Black Scale demon-man form appeared before everyone.
At once, some of the young women present cried out in surprise.
At the same time, Jun Yiji's composed expression changed, turning utterly incredulous.
Then Sikong Jing, in his demonic form, asked, "Lord Divine General, do you really think it's appropriate for me to become a prince consort covered head to toe in scales?"
With Sikong Jing's words, a single thought decisively flashed through the minds of the burly powerhouse and the others: Of course not.
As an imperial power ruled by the royal house, the Seal Sovereign Empire cared immensely about the royal family's dignity. If a prince consort were a heterogenous human whose appearance was so hard to behold, wouldn't that make the whole world laugh their teeth out?
Even if Jun Yiji did not care, the princess's parents, elders, and princely relatives certainly would.
For instance, if some prince attended a banquet and other princes or great figures smiled and said, "Hey, has that Black Scale son-in-law of yours arrived? Let us have a look at what your heterogenous human son-in-law looks like."
Such scenes would keep happening. How could those princes possibly accept that?
In other words, the instant black scales emerged all over Sikong Jing's body, it became impossible for him to become a prince consort.
Jun Yiji's carefully laid plans had been severed outright.
Sikong Jing's demon eyes now gleamed brightly... When he had stepped out to draw the fire, he had naturally worried as well. What if Princess Fennel truly shifted her affections and genuinely wanted him instead?
That was why Sikong Jing had long prepared to assume his demon-man form.
He simply had not expected Princess Fennel to cause no trouble, while Jun Yiji instead sought to