Emperor Wu Xuan put down his arrogance as an emperor. He was like an elder who was concerned over the marriage of a junior.
The young man in front of him was carefree and lazy. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Emperor Wu Xuan felt that there was a chance. "How is it?"
Xie Xingyun turned his head. "What?"
"Princess Chong An, what do you think of her?"
"No, I don't know her."
Emperor Wu Xuan asked curiously, "You've been with her for a few days. Don't you even remember her title?"
"I don't remember."
Emperor Wu Xuan was speechless.
"Princess Chong An is Mo Xin. I think she's not bad. If you like her, you can marry her."
Xie Xingyun's expression tensed up. "If that's the case, I can only resign."
Emperor Wu Xuan was slightly shocked. "Resign?"
The young man did not look like he was joking. His strong facial features were sharp.
