Everyone craned their necks to look in the direction that she was pointing. The people around automatically cleared a path.
They couldn't wait to see how sacred Jun Mohuang's "dear" was, and whether he was indeed more impressive than the Fourth Prince.
"Humph, whom are you deceiving!"
Su Zhiyu had originally felt a little nervous, but looking over and not seeing anything, she immediately felt relieved.
How could there be a better man than Feng Yunyi in Huan Yun? If there had been one, she would already have made her move.
As soon as she thought this, a coercive force swept from afar.
It seemed like a heavy rock was pressing down on her back, preventing her from lifting her head.
Everyone present bent over and saluted strangely, except for Jun Mohuang and the Sixth Prince.
Passing by every bowing person, Di Lingtian walked over slowly.
