Sure enough, Chunyu Ya did not disappoint the Emperor, her slender jade finger suddenly pointed at Jun Moling, and she said coquettishly: "Aya wishes to marry Prince Zhan."
As soon as these words came out, it was as if a huge rock had been thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples and waves.
The entire hall fell silent, and the originally lively atmosphere instantly dropped to freezing point.
Xiao Chengyi, who had been sitting further back, heard these words and his previously dejected expression was suddenly invigorated.
He thought to himself: If Jun Moling were to marry, would Shen Ruoxi want to divorce him again?
If that's the case, wouldn't he have a chance again!
Thinking this way, he felt much more balanced inside, pondering that it's no big deal for a man to have just one wife, she too would have to face it.
He truly wasn't unforgivable, was he? He was full of hope, wishing that his desires might be fulfilled, and he could regain Shen Ruoxi.
