I won!

Ah Jiu raised the flag riding his fine horse, circling the field once. The smile on his face made people love and hate him; they loved this youthful and extraordinary talent, resplendent and noble, but hated that he had won, not only taking away money from Nanyue but also winning the chance to marry the County Magistrate of Nanyue.

"Your Majesty, Old Mr. Meng, I have won!" Ah Jiu smiled as he approached the Emperor of Nanyue, saying, "What Your Majesty and the old gentleman said, should still count, right?"

This rascal, isn’t he just stabbing people in their hearts?

As the saying goes, an emperor never jokes; what others say can sometimes not count, but an emperor cannot afford that, otherwise, where would the saying "an emperor never jokes" come from?

"Your Majesty, what do you think?" Old Mr. Meng respectfully looked at the Emperor of Nanyue.

The Emperor of Nanyue felt a hundred thousand displeasures in his heart, yet had no choice but to display the demeanor of a monarch: "An emperor never jokes, I will grant a marriage between Prince Jin and County Magistrate Ruifu."

Specifically saying it was a marriage granted to Prince Jin, as if to display his imperial style, as if he must regain some face.

"Thank you, Your Majesty of Nanyue." Ah Jiu joyfully clasped his hands.

The marriage granted by the Emperor of Nanyue was naturally not taken to heart by him, but with this granting, Wufu’s status would gain another layer of gold. More importantly, no one would dare to openly criticize Wufu’s marriage in the future, neither her mother nor her so-called biological father!

Ah Jiu turned his horse’s head, looking towards Wufu’s direction.

Someone blew a whistle, and screams erupted, making it feel like everyone’s eyes were fixed on Wufu.

She became the focus of the entire scene and the object of envy and jealousy for all the women present.

"Wufu, congratulations."

Changping and Guan Chuying shook Wufu’s arm, genuinely feeling happy and joyful from their hearts.

"Wufu, I also congratulate you." Yonghe also smiled and offered congratulations.

"Thank you." Wufu smiled brilliantly, bowing her head slightly, feeling uncharacteristically shy, but more so sweet and touched.

Everyone present witnessed this unprecedented proposal, some rejoiced while others were envious.

"Rip." Wu Yining bit into the handkerchief in her hand, forcibly tearing a strip from the silk with her teeth.

Her whole body trembled lightly, her eyes filled with jealousy and envy. How could it be, a girl from a humble background, leaping to become a County Magistrate, and now she is about to become a nation’s Princess Consort?

This position of Princess Consort is truly for a prince’s consort, I’ve heard that Prince Jin is the son of the Empress Dowager, extremely noble, still the only surviving younger brother of Emperor Yan, how prestigious must his consort be!

Calculating in this way, once Wufu marries over, except for the Empress Dowager of Beiyan, the Empress, she will be the most prestigious, after all, Beiyan hasn’t established a Crown Prince, even if one is established, she would still be a senior!

Realizing this point, Wu Yining felt as if she was soaked in cold water; the other’s height had reached a point where even with a ladder she couldn’t see it.

Madam Wang, sharing Wu Yining’s thoughts, thought even more about how Madam Zhou’s position overshadowed her, and now even her daughter is over her daughter, never to rise again?

Heaven, are you blind?

Madam Wang almost let out a scream.

On the other side, Wu Lihong was sweating coldly all over, hearing congratulatory words that seemed piercing, like blades being stabbed into his heart, bleeding. He wished he could now go to Madam Zhou, no matter what, he had to try to win her back.

In one corner of the Beast-fighting Palace, someone took a deep glance at Wufu’s smiling face, pursed their lips, and stood up saying: "Let’s go!"

Ah Jiu’s sincerity towards Wufu surpassed his own, which made him resign to being just a friend and comrade, the Big Brother Han she called him.