Who else could receive such preferential treatment? Ji Qingwu felt a little giddy.
Held in Zhao Mingyan's embrace, her back felt warm, and her eyes moved as his voice sounded once more.
"The ministers and nobles of the court have previously discussed marriage proposals, all favoring Miss Ji of the Ji Family. Her gentle grace and virtuous character left none uncharmed."
Ji Qingwu blinked a few times. He was referring to that old affair stirred up by Wei Ting, when nobles had vied for her hand in marriage right in the middle of court.
Though she hadn't been there, she'd heard how chaotic the scene was. Emperor Wu Su had flown into a rage and stormed out of the Golden Throne Hall with a flick of his sleeves, which was the only thing that managed to stop it.
Zhao Mingyan recalled the scene as well, the corners of his lips curling as he placed a kiss on the crown of her head.
