Princess Consort Shen had already arranged for someone to inform them that the female guests were on that side, but Hong Xinyue insisted on going to the male guests' side.

Her feet were a little sore, so she walked slowly.

Some of the male guests knew her; she was a daughter of the Prime Minister's household, and they deliberately avoided any clashes.

Some of them had never seen her before and were secretly observing her, while a few playboys smirked and stared at her intently.

She saw the eldest prince, Xiao Qi, sitting below Prince Shen. Xiao Qi had his hair tied up with a golden crown, wore a bright yellow narrow-sleeved robe, and had a white jade belt with silver threads and gold trim around his waist, which made him look exceptionally noble.

Hong Xinyue looked at him with eyes full of affection, half infatuated and half delighted, a glance that seemed to last a lifetime.

Hong Xinyue lowered her head shyly and walked up to Xiao Qi, "Your Highness."

Xiao Qi smiled and exchanged a few pleasantries with her, then showed her some considerate concern and invited her to sit down and rest.

Hong Xinyue nodded obediently and returned to her seat, feeling as sweet as if she had eaten honey.

She looked at Xiao Qi's position through the flower wall, as if trying to see through the flowers or see Xiao Qi through them.

In this capital city, besides the Emperor, the eldest prince Xiao Qi is the most honorable, because he is the most likely to sit in that position.

As long as she can marry him, she will be the most honored woman in the Great Xiao Dynasty.

When the time comes, whoever she wants to die, she can't live.

Furthermore, Xiao Qi's deep affection is unmatched by countless men. Men often take concubines one after another as soon as they marry, but he has remained single all these years since his wife passed away.

The husband that Hung Sin-yue is looking for must also be deeply affectionate.

"Tsk...tsk..."