How should you be addressing me

When the nobleman asked about the prince, Hua Jing's expression flickered ever so slightly, but she quickly regained her composure.

All around her, eager eyes watched, waiting for her response. It was as if this was what they had been anticipating all along—not the wedding, not the grand occasion, but the possible arrival of Zhao Yan.

She let out a soft, shy smile and said smoothly, "If the prince said he would come, then he will come. However, there are pressing matters at the palace that require his attention. Once he is finished, I'm sure he will make his way here."

Murmurs of relief spread through the crowd. Some nodded, as if reassured. Others still looked toward the entrance, their anticipation lingering.

Hua Jing, however, was praying that Zhao Yan wouldn't show up.

If he came, everything would become unbearable.

The tension would be suffocating.