This was the first time Xu Yuan had ever laid eyes on this sharp-browed woman.
Neither in his past life nor in this one.
Because of the Emperor's odd attitude, Xu Yuan had a guess that the other party involved in this arranged marriage was someone he should know.
And with high probability, she was a Commandery Princess or a Princess.
It turned out he did know her, but it was a one-sided acquaintance, one recognized from the bulletins about the Northern Frontier.
Wu Yuan,
Li Qingyan.
Now, Xu Yuan understood why that old man, the Emperor, had previously worn such a peculiar expression.
In memory, Mu Zhiyun was the epitome of a docile girl, the kind that would jump if you poked her from behind.
And Wu Yuan?
Ha, even the psychopath Yuan Hao, up to this point, might only have a fraction of the kills under her belt.
Who in their right mind would dare marry this kind of woman?
Xu Yuan took a deep breath and asked:
