Besides the Great Scholars, representatives from the Eastern Sea, Southern Sea, and Northern Sea Dragon Palace were also present. The Eastern Sea Dragon Clan had sent the most dragons-more than a dozen in all-who wheeled through the air with an intimidating display of might.
The Southern Sea and Northern Sea each had one Great Dragon King and two Dragon Kings present. They behaved with perfect propriety, neither cold nor enthusiastic.
The Western Sea Dragon Race had only sent wedding gifts; no dragons attended the banquet.
"Congratulations on your happy union, Void Sage Fang!"
"May you and your bride sing in harmony like paired phoenixes, Void Sage Fang..."
"Congratulations, Grand Secretary Fang..."
Countless people offered their congratulations together, their voices surging toward him like a wave.
Fang Yun smiled and returned their greetings with clasped hands, letting his gaze meet many people's eyes. It was a way of communicating that made people feel valued.
Fang Yun walked into the imperial palace with a smile on his face, but his heart sank.
Something was wrong with some of their gazes.
Among those on good terms with him, some looked regretful and others helpless. Those belonging to the Left Prime Minister's faction, however, showed a measure of gloating. Many tried to conceal it, but a few made no attempt at all.
Liu Shan was not among them. He had claimed illness and stayed home.
Fang Yun kept smiling and took a deep breath. He quickly reasoned it out: he had not received a single urgent message, which meant whatever these people knew was either unimportant or unsuitable to tell him now. In that case, he had no need to concern himself with it. Everything could wait until after the wedding.
Then Fang Yun smiled calmly, and all his worries and doubts dispersed.
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