Seven-Colored Light.
Seven-Colored Flower.
Like a magic spell, those two names left everyone in the banquet hall frozen in stunned silence.
"Impossible. This has to be fake. It's impossible!" Wei Ziting mumbled, his eyes glazed over.
"How is this possible?" The Emperor, who had maintained a detached, spectator-like expression all evening, finally saw his composure break. He stared at the flower, shimmering with a seven-colored glow in the young man's hand on the stage below, utterly dumbfounded.
"Let me see! Let me see!" The Eldest Prince, Huangfu Chongzhi, rushed up to Xu Luo, nearly losing his composure. He didn't reach out, but instead stared intently at the flower in Xu Luo's hand.
Everyone in the banquet hall held their breath, watching Huangfu Chongzhi with nervous anticipation.
Although some looked down on this nominal Eldest Prince, everyone agreed on one thing: his knowledge of medicinal herbs was second to none, not even to an Imperial Physician!
