Ji Ziling and several other young generation figures were perplexed.
However, they knew that their presence at this tea gathering was just for show and that they had no right to butt in, so they had no choice but to keep their mouths shut.
The most exaggerated was Wang Ping'an.
Fearing that he would say something wrong, he quickly put on a mask, which brought snickers from some of the young ladies.
"Elders, please proceed to draft a list of ten candidates according to our prior discussion and make it public," the Third Prince prompted.
Ye Feng looked at the table and saw the writing brush, ink stick, paper, and inkstone already laid out. He immediately picked up the brush to write.
The other nine resident Elders were also writing.
Before long, Ye Feng set down his brush.
Looking at the ten names on the paper, he lifted the corner of his mouth, waved his hand, and a gust of wind carried the paper to the Third Prince's table.
