Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

That's one word out.

Azhao Zhaoju.

The nobles are eager to try.

Anyone who can come to this party is a wonderful family.

They have at least one Earl in their home.

But becoming the husband of Princess Catherine, that temptation, hardly anyone can stop.

Not to mention the future queen's husband, how much tangible benefits this title can bring.

At this moment alone, dressing up and sitting on the couch to the left of the ballroom, Her Royal Highness herself is enough to attract these young gentlemen.

Most of what used to circulate in the aristocratic circle was the beautiful name of Princess Annie.

Her beauty, her wisdom, her elegance.

As a sister, Princess Catherine received little attention.

But now the young gentlemen finally realize: Oh! Turns out His Highness the low-key princess is so beautiful.

God, she was wearing a crown, she sat there in an elegant manner, and her eyebrows were like paintings. The ultimate fantasy of a princess is perfectly satisfied for all men.

One young aristocrat after the other, with the most perfect courtesy and gentlest voice of his life, wanted to invite His Royal Highness and himself to a dance.

- Unfortunately, it was all rejected.

The men didn't find it strange.

That's the princess, the future queen, of course, proud enough and tall enough.

It would be strange if she agreed to whomever she wanted.

Even Emperor Johnson nodded with great satisfaction.

In his eyes, this little girl has been completely different since she disappeared.

It's no excuse to call it a skinny bone change.

She is the perfect example of the royal family at this moment.

Nor did he expect Catherine to find a husband for the party.

The main purpose of this banquet is also to get the Imperial nobles to know their future queens.

But Zhao didn't understand his “good intentions”. She even felt her face was going to be stiff.

Inviting your nobility to everyone is a courteous and decent refusal.

Even though the wording is the same, it's too much to say and it's very tiring.

I don't know when this boring party will end. Zhao is a little distracted.

“My beautiful princess, I am Joe, son of Count Locke, and I am honored to invite you to dance...” The gentleman standing next to Azhao suddenly stopped.

This is a very rude thing.

A Zhao Xuanyi looked at him and found the handsome man with a twisted mouth.

He seemed to try to open his mouth to say something, but could not speak or make any noise at all.

Zhao: “? ”

“No.”

A cold, icy voice runs through the hall with the chilly wind.

Heavy velvet curtains are blown by the whirring cold wind.

Ladies and gentlemen, beautiful hats are blown directly.

For a while, the screams in the ballroom fluctuated.

The pleasant and peaceful atmosphere vanished.

But the wind couldn't reach Azhao sitting on the couch anyway.

In fact, within three meters of her body, let alone the wind, the handkerchief she had placed on the table had never moved a cent.

Zhao's face showed a happy smile.

She didn't care about the mess in the hall, stood up and opened her eyes and started looking for her goal.

Here comes her Edward.