'If that brat gets married, would their granddaughter still be willing to return to the Zhan family?'
'Besides, if his son actually wanted to marry, would that old couple be this worried?'
"Gag…" Amid his shock, Zhan Chi glanced at Song Feifei. The sight of her bashful expression was too much for him, and he couldn't help but turn his head and retch.
"..."
"Your Majesty, I also wish for him to marry soon, but… alas." Zhan Yi had conveniently found an excuse.
Many in the Capital City knew that the Zhan family's young master disliked women, but it was still shocking to witness firsthand.
Song Feifei's face grew pale with embarrassment.
"I heard the consort say that Zhan Chi's condition has shown improvement." The Emperor looked at the consort.
The consort quickly replied, "There has been some improvement, but the physician says this illness isn't something that can be cured overnight."
