The capital was unusually lively these days, with several princes set to marry one after another, keeping the buyers from all quarters so busy that their feet barely touched the ground. The entire capital plunged into a frenzy of consecutive royal weddings, one joyous celebration after another, a continuous round of wedding feasts.
It seemed that the affairs of Zhangping Mansion had already become a thing of the past, rarely mentioned by anyone. Moreover, since the marriage between Prince Xiang and You Xiangrui was set, no one dared to speak out of turn at public gatherings, presenting an image of peace and prosperity.
Su Xinyi had already sharply sensed that there was a hand guiding all this from behind. Once His Highness returned, she voiced her suspicions, and Yan Junchu just laughed.
"The matter of the dead soldiers must not draw people's attention, so the events at the hunting grounds must be suppressed. Moreover, Prince Xiang is after all the Emperor's son."
