Watching those sharp-eyed old men, Li Ziran could not help thinking of the Elves' bad temper.
This race always seemed to think itself noble, looking down on every race besides its own.
Although the rise of the Human Race in recent years had made them restrain themselves considerably, deep within the rainforest, those old men still clung to this bad habit.
They always thought themselves above everyone else.
Dealing with a race bound by such rigid rules was absolutely exhausting, which was why Li Ziran preferred staying in Hippo Ancient City.
There, one could live freely and unrestrained. As long as one had money and ability, one could do whatever one wanted, with no one pointing fingers and giving orders.
Before it was even time to land, the Elves had already requested to enter the robot. For Ke'er's sake, Li Ziran agreed.
They were not any kind of Elven armed force, but pretty Flower Elves one after another. They had also brought a colorful ceremonial robe and a crown exclusively for a prince consort.
According to Elven tradition, Li Ziran was the queen's first husband, making him the First Prince Consort. Since they were formally holding a wedding, his status was naturally incomparably distinguished.
Such a position naturally came with specific etiquette.
"Your Highness, you need to wear a special Thorn Grass ring on your finger, and your nails must be coated with the juice of Powder Swallowtail Grass."
"You must link arms on the queen's left side, but you cannot move even one step ahead of her. This has always been Elven custom."
"When you walk out of the robot, you must lower your head slightly, keep your gaze half a foot above your chest, control your breathing to one-third of normal, never let your belly show, and keep