"Let's go, we can't waste any more time." Jia Xu glanced at the carriages at Chang'an City Gate and waved in the direction of Chen Xi. Chen Xi didn't say much and followed him down the city wall as the assembly was about to begin.
When Chen Xi reached the Northern Palace of Weiyang, the area was already filled with people standing in order, including several familiar heads of aristocratic families and their representatives.
"You actually managed to come?" Hua Xiong looked at Wan Peng nearby in confusion and asked, "Which requirement did you meet?"
Wan Peng rolled his eyes, "Hua Zijian, be careful with your words, or I'll punch you. Look clearly; this entire row is made up of marquis. My ancestors were marquis from the founding of the state, and although now I've become the Marquis of Mendeting."
"So back then, you were fooling us by saying you were a bandit?" Hua Xiong looked around unpleasantly and found that, indeed, all were marquis.
