For instance, Elder Zhao had approved a hundred-meter-class spaceship as a gift for Lin Mo.
Other generals and senior officials had also given him all sorts of treasured antiques, paintings, and calligraphy.
Opportunities to openly build connections were rare, so everyone had given as generously as they could.
Whether they were grateful to Lin Mo for saving Great Xia, wanted to grow closer to him, or were simply giving wedding gifts, no one looked too deeply into it.
At that moment, the streets throughout the Great Xia Fief were deserted as everyone flocked to the celebration.
An ultra-high-definition livestream with no delay between the two worlds had even been launched across the internet, and hundreds of millions of viewers flooded the comments with, "May Marshal Lin and the little princess enjoy a hundred years of wedded bliss."
Then the netizens realized a hundred years was wrong and immediately started wishing them ten thousand years of wedded bliss instead.
Yet at the edge of that grand, magnificent banquet, amid the cheers and clinking glasses, one person seemed out of place, drawing Lin Mo's attention.
It was Elder Zhao's daughter, Zhao Kexia.
As one of the core leaders of the Pangu Mecha project and Great Xia's youngest genius PhD, Zhao Kexia had traded her lab coat that day for an expensive gown that accentuated her figure and bearing.
She was a princess of Great Xia in every sense.
While everyone applauded and celebrated the wedding, she stood in a corner of the crowd, clapping hard as well.
But her eyes brimmed with tears, and hot teardrops kept rolling down her fair cheeks.
Seeing Lin Mo look her way, she smiled and raised her champagne, offering him a toast from afar.
In that smile lay acceptance of a young woman's feelings that had