Tang Xiaobai carefully considered his words and asked, "Didn't I hear before that the Emperor wants you to become a Prince Consort?"
Tang Ziqian responded with an "Oh," and said, "After Father came back, Your Majesty mentioned it once. Father said that I had my fortune told, and I shouldn't become engaged before my coming-of-age ceremony."
Such a half-hearted excuse?
"Aren't you reaching adulthood next month?" Tang Ziqian's birthday is on August 12th, and it's already mid-July. "You managed to find an excuse and just dragged it out for half a year?"
Tang Ziqian glanced at her, "Yes, I'm not exactly young anymore."
At his age, he indeed should get married, so his father didn't stall for too long, only leaving him half a year to think it over himself.
"Not young, indeed! My brother is just right! In the prime of life! Radiant and charming! Handsome and graceful!" The young lady flattered him.
Tang Ziqian smiled, "Why are you asking about this?"
