"... Poor duke. And poor female lead.' He couldn't help but pity the girl in his mind.
In the end, that girl had to accept the crown princess' nomination. They must still be wishing for divine intervention so fervently just so the ceremony would not take place.
Jiang Li raised his chin slightly as he looked into the distance. From his spot, he could see the palace and the spires piercing through the white clouds on the northern part. When he turned his head a bit to the left, he saw a chapel-like building where the Saintess should be staying. The whole amphitheater was very lively. He could see priests roaming around and holding prayer sessions.
The young man's expression froze when he saw some holy knights busily hanging long strings of small flags on poles.
"A last-minute preparation? Did the crown prince forgot to handle the festival matters?"
Hearing his question, the Pope's smile became stiff too and discontent flickered in his eyes.