Subsequently, some nearby nobles took a closer look at Ye Qingzhou's profile: "Hey, hey, do you think he looks like someone?"
"Like who?"
"The Queen's consort."
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"Could it be that all humans look similar?"
"No, the two of them really look alike. I've seen the Queen's consort several times, I wouldn't mistake it."
After the coronation ceremony was over, Lian Hongyin returned and took Ye Qingzhou's hand: "Accompany me to the palace banquet tonight."
"Alright."
Ye Qingzhou looked unwilling, but unfortunately, he couldn't refuse the request of the patron.
At night, the palace walls of the Royal Capital were brightly lit, shining brilliantly with the starlight above, a beauty that took one's breath away.
In contrast, the slums on the outskirts of the Royal Capital were silent in darkness, with only the pungent stench occasionally drifting around with the evening wind.
The magnificent palace had immaculate snow-white walls.
