"This humble minister does not wish to marry for now, please retract the decree, Your Majesty."
The atmosphere in the Golden Throne Hall was initially quite amicable, with many civil and military officials casting envious yet respectful glances at Chen Yuan, admiring his status and the Emperor's personal grant of marriage.
It was indeed a great honor.
Moreover, the person bestowing the marriage was the renowned Princess Pingyang of the Capital, a paragon of virtue and talent, excelling in both letters and martial arts, no less than any man, with a reputation far and wide. With her outstanding looks, countless people wished to marry the Princess and reach the pinnacle of life.
Among them were not a few officials in the Golden Throne Hall.
Now, a Spirit Flower nurtured in the Capital was about to be plucked by Chen Yuan.
Truly at a loss for words.
To say there was envy, that was for certain.
Who wouldn't be envious?
