Wei Ting raised his head, looking directly at the man on the Dragon Chair.
With a determined expression, he said, "I wish to ask for the hand of the Ji Family's Fifth Miss, Ji Qingwu."
A storm brewed in Emperor Wu Su's eyes, but Wei Ting did not flinch in the slightest.
As the sunlight outside grew brighter, the hall exploded with discussion.
Prince Yong, standing in the front ranks, stiffly turned his head to look at Wei Ting kneeling in the middle of the hall.
Prince Yong had lost a lot of weight recently, and the wicked glint in his eyes seemed to have vanished along with it.
He had intended to remain a mere spectator, but when he heard Wei Ting ask to marry Ji Qingwu, he couldn't help but make a sound of surprise.
After the last incident, it could be said that Prince Yong had suffered a double loss.
