"Thank you."
Looking at Julius Reed's departing figure, Solaris Grove was somewhat moved.
He had actually misjudged a good person.
Thinking back on all the previous malicious speculations he had about the bridegroom from The North Sea, Solaris Grove was embarrassed.
Who would have expected that the other party was such a person of deep affection and loyalty?
"People often judge others by their own measure," Solaris Grove scratched his head, feeling a hint of excitement.
He had thought that he could never be with Baylor Davenport in his lifetime.
But now, to actually be directly heading to the wedding chamber?
Even novels wouldn't dare to write it like this.
Happiness came too unexpectedly.
So much so that he wasn't prepared for it.
"Better take a bath first." Solaris Grove's throat moved, and his face quickly turned red.
The news had been fully communicated; the military officers under the Right Minister would collectively cause trouble at the start of the banquet.
