Ji Liuyun gently brushed the memorial with his fingers, his eyes flickering: "Your Majesty has not yet come of age, and the Duke of Zhen would not agree."
"What does not having come of age matter?"
Xu Wei grinned, looking utterly obnoxious: "Just finalize the marriage first, wait for Your Majesty to come of age in a few years, then hold the wedding."
"It's not as easy as you think."
Ji Liuyun glanced at him diagonally, smiled suddenly, pun intended: "They haven't yet experienced the prowess of the young Lin clansmen. Soon, they won't be able to laugh."
*
As Ji Liuyun predicted, since the princes sent for marriage alliances by Xichu and Nanxun expressed admiration for the Emperor in public, they have had never-ending misfortunes.
The Xichu Prince visited the Drunken Immortal Pavilion and somehow slipped on the stairs, rolling down to the ground, battered and covered in dust.
