"I agree with your Highness's proposal."
The Emperor pursed his lips and said, "Alright, let's do as you say. All the ministers in the court, go and ask the Saintess for her opinion. If she agrees, let her propose a way for Minister Owen and the other princes to compete fairly."
Thus, the decision was made. Owen secretly complained about the Emperor: Are these princes not your own sons? Why does it feel like you're not in a hurry to find daughters-in-law and are more concerned about my business instead?
After the officials left, the Emperor called Owen to stay back: "Minister Owen, wait a moment. I have something to discuss with you." When everyone else had left, the Emperor came down and glared at him, "For such a good opportunity, why are you being so hesitant?"
"Your Majesty..." Owen racked his brains for an excuse. He couldn't directly say that he didn't want to marry a shrew, could he?
