Song Xian looked at Xie Liangchen. Sister Chen seemed serious, yet retained a hint of a smile in her eyes, momentarily confusing him, unsure what to say, not knowing whether he felt happy or nervous.
"What's the matter?" Xie Liangchen said, "Inconvenient to speak? Then I won't ask any further."
Song Xian, inexplicably anxious, even though he hadn't done anything wrong, tightened his arm a bit, afraid she would leave in ambiguity, and later sulk over it, while he wouldn't be able to comfort her in time.
Song Xian said, "The Emperor has no child. The Empress must have someone adopted to inherit the throne. A layer of belly, a layer of mountain, how could the adopted child truly regard the Empress as the mother? Not to mention the Xu Family being external relatives, the Empress naturally has to pave the way for her own. Marrying is merely to make the Song Family Army serve the Xu Family. How could I agree to such a marriage?"
