Jin Zijin: "..."
He shot Yue Rujing a cold glare, and only then did Yue Rujing shut his mouth.
The Sixth Prince of Nanzhao, twenty years old, was the Nanzhao Emperor's favorite son. He expressed willingness to have the Sixth Prince demote his lesser-status legitimate wife, so that the Duchy of Zhuzhao could marry in as his rightful consort.
Among the Nanzhao Emperor's sons, these were the two with slightly better credentials, and their ages were not too far from the Princess's.
The remaining candidates were young men from the Imperial Family, but their status and rank were lower than the Emperor's sons—whether Jin Zijin found them acceptable was up to him.
"First Prince, how do these young men of Nanzhao strike you?"
Jin Zijin's sharp gaze swept over the young men seated across from him, one by one, finally landing on a young man who seemed indifferent, quietly sipping his tea.
