Bai Wanwan, a concubine's daughter born of a lowly maid, why should she become his consort and waste his last consort position?
But looking at Feng Qingyang's stern and commanding expression, he still dared not refuse.
So he had to reluctantly nod, "Son, thanks to Father Emperor."
"Commander Xia, rise as well. You were only speaking based on facts, what fault do you have?" Feng Qingyang said to Xia Ziyang.
After expressing his gratitude, Xia Ziyang stood up.
The corner of his eye quickly flicked over Feng Qiwu's bright red robe.
His heart was filled with fervor as he thought: The Crown Prince is indeed as wise as a demon, with no oversight, calculating everyone's reactions precisely!
Just relying on the Eldest Prince and the Third Prince, they wish to oppose such a Crown Prince?
It's simply dreaming!
...
A moment later, Feng Qingyang said wearily, "Alright, everyone withdraw, today's matters are forbidden from any further discussion."
