Jie Zhonglin looked at Yue Rujing with a face full of sympathy, which sent a chill down Yue Rujing's spine.
"Why are you looking at me like that? Don't tell me…"
"The Emperor's intention is for you to marry for diplomacy. None of the three Princes of Zhuzhao Country are suitable. Apart from them, you are the highest-ranking Princely Heir. Moreover, the Emperor thinks that Nanzhao and Lingnan are culturally close; marrying a woman from Lingnan is not too different from marrying one from Nanzhao. Most importantly, your father is getting anxious. You're already in your twenties and still single. He petitioned the Emperor to grant you a marriage."
Yue Rujing: "..."
"Bullshit! Why didn't my father tell me about this?" Yue Rujing lowered his voice and snapped at Jie Zhonglin.
"That, I don't know," Jie Zhonglin replied with a laugh.
Yue Rujing's lips twitched furiously, while on the other side, the Nanzhao Emperor sitting high above was already laughing heartily.
