Ye Xiaoci's eyelids twitched heavily, and he suddenly felt that the wooden stick in his hand was a little hot. Standing in the hall, Princess Shaoyi was wearing a jade crown and ceremonial robe. Her posture was straight, and she looked straight ahead. Her every move revealed the demeanor and upbringing of a noble lady of a noble family.
A sentence suddenly popped into his mind. The land-owning class had kicked an iron plate!
Indeed!
