One is fifteen years old, one is eighteen, and one is twenty-one.
The twenty-one-year-old Grand Princess and Lin Jingsheng are quite well-matched in age. Lin Jingsheng raised an eyebrow; he is a single prince with a wealthy country like C behind him, so he doesn't worry about finding a princess consort.
Many people want to curry favor with this connection.
The question is, does he need to sacrifice himself for country C?
Lin Jingsheng smiled bitterly, thinking back to his carefree days, drifting among flowers without any constraints.
Now, as a prince, he's ordered to woo ladies—it feels like an absurd situation.
Since he knew about this before coming to country A, Lin Jingsheng was quite unsure of how to face Chu Lin. He definitely couldn't sour the relations with country A, and if the Royalty arranged a banquet, he would have to attend.
Lin Jingsheng rubbed his temples, feeling slightly troubled.
Being a prince is really not easy.
The sky gradually brightened.
