The Third Prince had not given up on the idea of marrying Situ Qinshui. However, from now on, he didn't want to wait passively like before; instead, he wanted to take the initiative.

Back in the carriage, the Third Prince's expression was calm, but the coldness in his eyes and the clenched fists under his sleeves revealed the fury in his heart.

As for Terra Su and his companions, after leaving the plaza, they headed straight for Prince Zhao's estate.

Along the way, they noticed once again that the streets of Qingfeng City were bustling with martial practitioners, their numbers comparable to several times that of Yao Hai City, making it as lively as a New Year celebration.