Ye Yiheng spoke indifferently, "Tell Yanyan and the Princely Heir why you look down on Yu Haoqiong."
Ye Jiu candidly replied, "First, his appearance does not catch my eye, second, the winter in Beiliang is too long."
At that time, Li Yuyue had not yet entered the capital as a hostage. Thinking back, she was lucky to have rejected Yu Haoqiong earlier. Otherwise, she would have been the one suffering the cold in Beiliang, and how would she have met Lai Yu?
Ye Yiheng picked up the wine pot and poured Li Yuyue a cup of wine, "Beiliang is north of Beilan City, and my eldest uncle has the most say in this."
"That's very true, Your Highness," Li Yuyue slightly curled his lips. "Beiliang is an extremely cold place, and in recent years, the snow disasters have been particularly severe. During the four seasons, the peasants have a very short season in which they can cultivate crops, thus to a certain extent, the national strength of Beiliang is in decline."
