CHAPTER 34

She reluctantly settled onto the rigid, wooden bench, feeling the discomfort seep into her bones. Every now and then, pesky mosquitoes would buzz around her, their tiny bites leaving her delicate skin itching and irritated.

"Congratulations on your wedding," a deep, gravelly voice sent a shiver down her spine.

If only she could stand up and catch a glimpse of the person behind that voice. It frustrated her to be confined to the limitations of childhood. With a voice like that, the owner must be quite a remarkable individual.

"Thank you, Your Majesty," Prime Minister Bai responded.

If Bai Lang could see, she would be sorely disappointed. The only visible features of the man were his jet-black hair and his stormy gray eyes. At times, those eyes seemed to shine like silver, while at other times they resembled dark, brooding clouds.

"Minister Bai, are your sons dedicated to their duties?" the man inquired.