Everyone was stunned, except for Li Yuanjing, who set down his wine cup and addressed Zhao Yang at the honored seat: "Zhao Yang, what are your thoughts?"
If Zhao Yang refused, Li Yuanjing would select another noblewoman from the imperial clan to marry off in her stead.
The truce between the two nations was already set in stone.
The Yue Kingdom's emperor's desire to wed Zhao Yang was merely an embellishment—neither essential nor binding.
Curious glances flickered between Princess Zhao Yang and Yan Yunting.
Princess Zhao Yang rose slowly, curtsying to the emperor seated high above before replying, "Imperial Brother. As a princess of Da Qing, I have enjoyed the support of the people and must bear the responsibilities befitting my station. I have heard the Yue Kingdom's emperor is benevolent and cares deeply for his subjects—"
She paused, closing her eyes briefly before continuing in a calm voice, "I am willing to marry him."
She accepted it without hesitation.
