The long queue scared Gu Youyou considerably—was it Jin Zijin's charm that was astonishing, or was it the identity of the Crown Prince?
Previously, as a Taoist who would not marry, he was surrounded by none of the so-called "peach blossoms" of romance.
Now, it seemed that Gu Youyou had to learn a new skill: cutting off peach blossoms.
"The competition is fierce, Miss Gu, do you have confidence?"
Standing in the queue, Gu Youyou answered Lun Yu with annoyance, "Go to the front and see what they're evaluating."
Soon, Lun Yu came back and said, "They're inquiring about ancestors up to the eighteenth generation; the first hurdle is about having a clean family background. There's no history of thievery or banditry in your family, right?"
"Of course, not," Gu Youyou huffed. "Such a registration method is too bothersome, how many people are there?"
