"Should we notify the Prince immediately to prevent the Princess from causing any trouble?"
As the maid hesitated, Jasmine had regained her composure and continued to focus on the scene of the marriage competition using the Secret Technique of Lotson.
The auspicious moment had arrived, and the Prince of Guanglin stood at the center of the small square on the preaching platform and said aloud:
"Welcome to the Prince's residence,
I am not eloquent, so let us officially start the competition for my daughter's suitors.
The process is simple—each venerable monk will come up and speak some Buddhist teachings.
If I think it's good and the other venerable monks agree, those three will be the final candidates.
My daughter will choose one among these three to be her husband."
After these words, whether it was the over three hundred monks present, Lotson who was secretly observing, or Jasmine in her boudoir, all looked at the Prince of Guanglin with a somewhat strange gaze.
