Six years later.
At the gate of the capital city of Yan Country.
The commoners had surrounded the area, three layers on the inside, three layers on the outside.
"It's said that in half an incense stick's time, the eldest Princess of Nanduan Kingdom will enter the capital. No one knows what she looks like though."
The commoners couldn't help but whisper amongst themselves.
"Yan Country and Nanduan Kingdom have been at war for so many years, and suddenly they propose peace. They are even willing to send their eldest princess for a marriage alliance. Do you think it's reliable?"
"Reliable or not, the war definitely can't go on any longer. The people of the borderlands are already unable to hold on."
"Indeed, it's said that the Emperor of Nanduan cherishes his eldest princess the most. Sending her to form a marriage alliance truly shows his sincerity. The only question is, among so many princes of ours, who will marry the eldest princess?"
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