Ling Tianyu glanced at the Seventh Prince and the Eleventh Princess, then turned to look at Feng Xian Yao Zun and Tian Han Tong.
"Two old friends, this matter started because of me," Ling Tianyu said. "The Seventh Prince, after all, comes from a noble background, but we can't treat him too unfairly."
"There's a bit of a hidden resentment in the heart."
"After all, marrying a crippled princess is something no one can tolerate."
"But the important thing is this person."
Ling Tianyu looked at the Eleventh Princess, who had her head lowered and only lifted it once upon entering the great hall. She felt very inferior.
However, from now on, she wouldn't need to feel inferior, nor would her mother. In fact, no one would dare to provoke them.
Feng Xian Yao Zun didn't know what else to say, but his son's choice, as a father, should simply be supported. As long as they could live a devoted life, that would be enough.
True Martial Saint is their friend, there's no way around it.
