The moment these words were spoken, Yang Wenxiao frowned inwardly. Barbarians will be barbarians, he thought, proposing such an outrageous demand. The woman who just appeared was a member of the Harem.
Displeased in his heart, his face betrayed nothing as he simply inquired, "Which beauty is it?"
"She wore a white short jacket on top and a bright red skirt below, her head adorned with a pair of butterfly-shaped gold hairpins inlaid with jade, her skin fair and her appearance beautiful. I fell in love with her at first sight and wish to marry her as my prince's consort," declared Prince Fengbao, dropping to his knees, "Your Highness, I do not know which princess she might be, but I am willing to marry her with the highest rites of Longshi Country."
Yang Wenxiao, "…She is not a princess, merely the wife of a scholar. She is already married. If Prince Fengbao wishes for a marriage alliance, I suggest choosing someone else."
"What?"
