"You're sending a princess for an arranged marriage? To a backwater country like Nanzhao?"
Yue Rujing's mouth twitched. What exactly was the Emperor thinking? This generation of royal children wasn't numerous—most had been schemed against by the Empress and lost their lives. The surviving princes numbered only three, and there were just three princesses as well, and that was including Jin Fengzhao.
When all was said and done, the only one of the princesses nearing marriageable age was the Ninth Princess. That little girl?
Yue Rujing casually jabbed Jin Zijin with his elbow. Jin Zijin merely turned his head slightly, shot him an indifferent glance, and made no further reaction.
Up above, the Nanzhao Emperor naturally appeared to be overjoyed.
