The grand hall of the Hezong Country, which should have been solemn and stately, was markedly different today. It was festooned with lanterns and illuminated by countless colorful lights.
"Alright, I can't be bothered to waste any more words on you." The little one glanced disdainfully at Black Eight Horse and the other Monarchs. Her intuition told her these men had ill intentions, so she didn't show them any courtesy, despite their royal status. She shouted directly, "I now declare the wedding has begun!"
As soon as her voice fell, a series of sounds rang out. WHOOSH, WHOOSH, WHOOSH. Black Eight Horse and the others looked through the glass windows and were stunned.
Outside the Hezong Country hall, the flags bearing the symbols of their various kingdoms had all been lowered. In their place, new flags were being hoisted, rising to dance in the gentle breeze.
