It’s no wonder that Princess Loulan is very famous in the Western Regions.

There are not just a few people who covet the beauty of Princess Loulan, but they are everywhere.

"What? Princess Loulan is getting married? Is there any man in this world who is better than me?"

A narcissistic man looked in the mirror from time to time and sighed.

A passerby couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so he snatched his bronze mirror and threw it to the ground.

She spat at the man, "Disgusting!"

But he turned around and ran away.

The man finally reacted, stood up and chased after him.

Standing on the street and shouting:

"What's so disgusting about me?"

"vomit!!!"

This expression makes passers-by want to vomit.

At this time, a mysterious man with a letter on his waist came to the door of a prince and stuffed the envelope in.

And there are many such mysterious people.

Their task was to deliver envelopes to princes of various countries.

And their master was none other than Duke Lanke, the younger brother of the King of Loulan who was driven away.

He was talking to the butler:

"Have all the people been sent out?"

"Yes, everyone has been sent out to deliver the letter. They will reply soon. As long as they agree, we still have a chance."

Duke Rank frowned in thought, wondering if there was anything he had missed.

He kept tapping the table with his index finger.

The next moment, he stood up, but quickly sat down again.

"What is it, Master?"

"Nothing. I wonder who that young man is?"