In the midst of everyone's eager cries, Si Yuting and Feng Lin stepped onto the stage from opposite sides.
Qu Tong didn't absorb much of the speech, but she was filled with the cheering and screaming around her.
Even Rong Yueqing beside her was so excited that her little face turned red, although her enthusiasm was directed differently from the others.
"Prince Consort Sister, with your Admiral so popular, you must be under a lot of pressure, right?"
Song Ke joined the conversation, "That's probably the price of happiness."
"That's true, it's my first time seeing your Empire's male god, and he does seem even more handsome and distinguished than my brother."
Qu Tong leaned close to Rong Yueqing, "They are not the same style; His Highness has a stern and ascetic look, while your brother leans more towards an ethereal and delicate beauty."
"My brother is not weak, he is also very aloof," Rong Yueqing defended her brother.
"I mean in appearance."
