Ye Qianning glanced toward the seats in the back. The Beili Emperor had six princesses, and every single one of them was a top-tier beauty. 'The royal family's genes are almost ridiculously good,' she thought.
The eldest princess was already married. The Fourth Princess, Sang Le, was fifteen; the Fifth Princess, Sang Yin, was thirteen; the Sixth Princess, Sang Shu, was twelve; the Ninth Princess, Sang Zhen, was nine; and the Eleventh Princess, Sang Ling, was six.
Xiliu Yuan didn't spare them a single glance. Instead, his gaze suddenly shifted to Ye Qianning, who was sitting opposite him.
A shiver ran down Ye Qianning's spine, and an ominous premonition surfaced in her mind.
"Since the Bei Emperor is so intent on arranging my marriage, then—"
"Crown Prince of Xi Yan," Qian Fanji suddenly interjected, stepping forward.
Xiliu Yuan frowned slightly.
