This response, as soft as a mosquito buzz, brought the entire hall to a standstill. Everyone looked at one another, not believing what they had just heard.
Moments later, the Champion Marquise reacted, clapping her hands in excitement.
"Hey! That's more like it."
"Good! Good!" The Champion Marquis slapped the table, and the Zitan wood desk emitted a crisp sound.
He stroked his beard, the crow's feet at his eyes smoothing, "I'll send someone to deliver the message to the Wei residence right away."
The Champion Marquise quickly grabbed her husband's sleeve: "Hold on, husband, such a significant matter requires a matchmaker first..."
With so many people discussing her marriage, Princess Changle felt somewhat embarrassed, her cheeks burning as she rose, her skirt brushing against the embroidered stool, wafting a fragrant breeze.
She was about to escape when the Champion Marquis called out to her.
