Finally, Princess Irene withdrew her gaze and took her seat to the left of the emperor.
But her autumn eyes were often drawn to Wyatt Barnes, stealing glimpses of him…
The strapping face that haunts her dreams, so often appearing in the middle of the night, was once again before her.
It caused her emotions to fluctuate wildly, leaving them unrested for a long time.
Now, Wyatt Barnes and Princess Irene were seated on either side of the emperor, appearing like a match made in heaven when observed from afar…
Everything around them seemed to lose color in comparison.
Wyatt Barnes lifted his eyebrow and glanced at the robust middle-aged man, thinking, "Could that be the ambassador of the Yangling Kingdom?"
Next, Wyatt Barnes shifted his gaze to the three people next to the ambassador of the Yanling Kingdom.
They were three young men, the oldest seemed to be around thirty-five years old.
The youngest looked about thirty.
