"Lord Gao, what are you...?"
Gao Siyuan's face was expressionless. "My feet hurt."
"Oh, oh, oh." The man who had spoken turned around. "Then, Lord Ke, you...?"
Ke Shaohui looked numb. "My head hurts."
He turned again. "And where do you hurt?"
Jiang Maoxue was momentarily at a loss for words. He could only put on a stern face. "Lord Fan, please go on ahead."
Fan Jingyi drew a deep breath and smiled. "...All right."
There was something wrong with these people.
Not only had they suddenly stopped dead in their tracks, but they were also being all mysterious, saying things that gave nothing away.
The men who had stopped could not voice their troubles.
Ever since her earth-shattering declaration about "getting married," the little girl had completely let herself run wild. The fantasies in her inner voice included, but were not limited to-
[Is Uncle Sheng marrying into our family? Then won't Chengcheng get lots and lots more big brothers?!]
[Uncle Sheng has been so deeply in love with my imperial father all these years. Boo-hoo, this is just so touching!!]
[Then what about Uncle Sheng's consorts? Will they come over too and become Chengcheng's aunties?!]
-The gossip was delicious, but they no longer dared listen.
They could only do their best to retreat farther away and pretend they had heard nothing.
The group stopped in front of Cloudbrook Hall.
There was ordinarily no provision for a separate welcoming banquet when officials entered the capital, but the relationship between the two countries was truly special. Thus, every year, Changlan received a little more pomp than the other countries.
Everyone took their seats according to official rank, and a magnificent succession of song and dance performances began, even more extravagant than the occasion when they had "entertained" Prince Jing.