More than half of the officials in Sky Palace were criticizing Feng Feiyun.

This was a political contest, sharp and unforgiven. Only the winners would be able to enjoy their luxurious lifestyle as the masters of the dynasty.

On the other hand, Ji Lingxuan sat there quietly, pale from top to bottom. She looked like a withered rose with gray hair and dead eyes, unmoved by the rowdy scene.

Princess Luofu spoke: “Princess Yue is no longer around, this is the reality of the situation. She was betrothed to the Divine King so he should mourn for her, not just three years, even thirty is perfectly justifiable. However, don’t forget that in order to be the Divine King with a different last name, he must marry a princess. If anyone dares to use her death to seize his position, that’s a crime deserving of death.”

Everyone became quiet, including Feiyun.

She continued: “His Excellency must marry a princess, and as for who, that’s a personal matter of the royal clan, outsiders lack the authority for involvement. If he wants...