The architecture of the City Lord's Mansion is quite Western-style.
Tall Roman columns, a colossal square, a carefully crafted garden, and fountains adorned with various statues standing prominently.
Everyone was gathered in the square, and in the direct direction of the square, there was a pavilion over a hundred meters tall.
A veiled woman already sat atop it.
A maid stood beside her, whispering in her ear, appearing very excited about today's grand event.
The City Lord's daughter, however, was very composed, sitting upright without turning her head, eyes looking straight ahead.
Someone whispered, "Didn't I say? This girl must be ugly. Look, she doesn't dare show herself with that veil covering her face."
"What do you know? A wife who brings prosperity to her husband, I just like that kind of woman."
Someone laughed out loud and shouted towards the pavilion, "Beauty, you are mine; no one can take you from me."
