Prince Li Duan Huaijin, though he had already married three Princess Consorts, was only twenty-two years old this year. Among the princes, he was the youngest and the most handsome. If it were not for his fate of being a consort's scourge and his disfavor with the current Emperor, he would indeed be an excellent candidate for a husband.
Today, wearing a bright red groom's robe, he entered the Ye Residence's main gate surrounded by the matchmaker and servants.
"Prince, there seems to be something off about the atmosphere in the Ye Residence," a subordinate whispered in Prince Li's ear.
A flash of chilly light passed through Prince Li's eyes as he coldly said, "After all, in the eyes of others, I am without power and am also a scourge to my wives. It's normal for the Ye Residence to be displeased."
