No wonder King Wu hadn’t chosen any other daughters with distinguished backgrounds, but insisted on marrying the daughter of a third-rate clan.

“Who cares how pretty she is? It’s not as though she’ll ever be mine, anyway.” Compared to the others, Zu An was rather calm.

King Wu turned around and looked in his direction. His slender brows came together slightly in a frown, although it was unclear if it was because of what Zu An had said.

The surrounding Imperial Guards also turned angry looks upon him, but they did not know what to retort with. After all, it was true that their fates would never intersect with hers in this lifetime.

Would King Wu’s wife ever care about a nobody like you, though?

You have successfully trolled the Imperial Guard for 66… 66… 66…

“Stupid skirt-chaser! You’re being rude to this beauty.” Zheng Dan snorted angrily, without bothering to be polite. Everyone had seen how she’d been...