Chapter 51: Wholehearted Devotion

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Ferry’s face was known throughout the entire empire—no one was unaware of him.

The Marshal himself appeared at the City Hall?

In an instant, all eyes converged on him.

It was well known that the Marshal kept away from beauty, showing no interest in the petty affections between males and females. No matter what kind of female approached him, he always wore an indifferent expression, keeping them at arm’s length.

Yet now, the Marshal was holding a female in his arms!

Who was she?

Ferry remained composed, but Nian Tu felt uneasy under the probing gazes around her, burying her head against his chest.

This rare moment of a female being so close, Ferry naturally pulled her even tighter.

The onlookers were so shocked that they could not utter a sound.

The noble male closest to them was the most stunned; his mind went blank, unable to think.

After a long while, he regained the ability to speak and bowed stiffly to Ferry, “Good day, Marshal.”

Though a noble, his entire family was insignificant before the Marshal, for nobility was merely a title, while the Marshal held real power and high rank—truly an influential figure with a voice that mattered.

The Marshal was lofty and unreachable, someone a minor noble like him rarely had the chance to meet.

His earlier confidence vanished, and he became awkward before Ferry.

Ferry nodded coolly in response, carrying Nian Tu past him to the staff, “Please register us.”

The staff gasped, “Y-yes! May I ask if you are the official spouse?”

What was this female’s background to be able to accompany the Marshal? Given the Marshal’s status, there were almost no males who could overshadow him; she must be his official spouse...

“No!” Nian Tu lifted her head awkwardly and hurriedly denied.

Not the official spouse?

The Marshal wasn’t even her official spouse?

The staff stared at Nian Tu in disbelief.

Ferry shifted slightly to block the view, shielding Nian Tu in his embrace. “It’s not a partner registration, it’s a guardianship registration. I am her third guardian.”

So it was a guardian...

The staff’s face flushed with embarrassment at their mistake but found the situation even more puzzling.

A guardian was akin to a fiancé—an awkward status between official and unofficial. Judging by the Marshal’s appearance, he clearly liked this female; why hadn’t he become her official partner? Could it be that she refused?

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The staff’s gaze toward Nian Tu grew more respectful.

Who exactly was this female to have won the Marshal’s willing guardianship?

Nian Tu closed her eyes helplessly.

This was why she hesitated before immediately accepting Ferry’s offer.

Having such a highly visible guardian was an overwhelming pressure!

The registration process was simple: both parties scanned their irises to confirm identity, and the guardian information was quickly entered into the system.

Ferry’s pleased expression was genuine; anyone could see how happy he truly was.

The noble male witnessed the entire process, feeling utterly baffled.

She was just a civilian female with no spiritual power. Even if she was somewhat attractive, it hardly justified the Marshal’s wholehearted devotion.

If he liked her, a casual romance would suffice—why bind himself to her by registration?

After completing the registration under pressure, Nian Tu hadn’t yet left City Hall when she received a video call invitation from Coleman.

Rejecting it outright seemed impolite, so she hesitated but accepted.

“Lady Nian Tu,” Coleman greeted with his usual gentle and gentlemanly demeanor, placing one hand on his chest in salute, “We agreed earlier that I would tailor a dress for you. Are you available today?”

Coleman wasn’t as widely known as Ferry but was famous among the elite.

The noble male had repeatedly sought Coleman’s personal tailoring but was always refused.

But now, he heard that Coleman was offering to tailor a dress for Nian Tu? And she hadn’t asked but was invited proactively?

Nian Tu instinctively glanced at Ferry, who nodded at her.

“All right, I have time,” Nian Tu replied. “Shall I come to your studio?”

“I’ll come to pick you up,” Coleman said immediately but paused as his eyes swept over the background behind Nian Tu. “You’re at City Hall?”

Nian Tu nodded. “I’m here to register with my guardian.”

Coleman’s gaze revealed a complex mixture of envy.

Which male was so fortunate to become Nian Tu’s guardian?

If imperial law didn’t forbid a married male without blood relation from becoming a guardian to an unmarried female, Coleman would have stepped forward himself.

He swore he was different from those with ulterior motives—he only wished to care for Nian Tu as a family elder, as if she were his own daughter.

Unable to become her guardian, Coleman felt deeply regretful.

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Ferry tilted his head slightly and appeared in the video, quietly asserting his authority to Coleman: “No need to come. I’ll accompany Nian Tu.”

Coleman: “...”

Seeing Ferry, he was briefly surprised but nodded in acknowledgment.

With just a few words, the matter was settled. Ferry and Nian Tu set off together, leaving the crowd at City Hall still immersed in shock.

The noble male stood dumbfounded, unable to recover for a long time.

Not only had she secured the Marshal as her guardian, but Coleman was also actively inviting her for a custom dress—she was treated almost like a princess of the royal family.

Could Nian Tu actually possess some extraordinary identity?

He felt a belated pang of regret, wondering if he had missed something when he chose to sever ties with her...

After a long moment, the noble male shook his head and rallied himself.

No matter what, she was just a female without spiritual power—if he missed out, then so be it. It wasn’t a big deal!

Thinking of the upcoming imperial court ball, he resolved firmly.

Though he was only a D-rank male and technically ineligible to attend, his family had secretly obtained an invitation for him.

The noble male fantasized about the future, his spirits lifted.

The court ball was held to select brides for the crown prince; it would be filled with the empire’s top-tier females. He was sure to meet a suitable A-rank female there and form a partnership!

He looked forward to the court ball with great anticipation.

Yet, the most important figure at the ball, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, was deeply reluctant to attend.

As the day drew near, Tan Konglin remained adamantly opposed to participating, his stance unwavering.

The emperor and empress took turns persuading him, but to no avail, eventually issuing a firm order: “It doesn’t matter about the other females, but you must meet that female called Nian Tu.”

Parental orders could not be refused.

Tan Konglin couldn’t help but feel a certain irritation toward the name “Nian Tu.”