Jing Yiren couldn't help but recall a similar question posed to her when she was 12 by her uncle, the emperor.
That day, after playing a game of chess with her uncle, she sat on his throne munching on some snacks.
Her uncle, sitting next to her, suddenly asked: "In three years, our little princess will be of age. Is there anything you want or want to do?"
She immediately responded with a mischievous grin, "Once I'm of age, I'll be a woman and can get married, right?"
The emperor subtly narrowed his eyes with an emotion that she could not quite discern flickering in his gaze, and then he chuckled gently.
"You are so eager to get married?"
Jing Yiren put down her snack, and excitedly nodded her head.
Gesticulating wildly, she pointed at the Emperor and said,
"My future husband should be a man like my uncle, handsome, tall, brave, and master of everything. He should be a leader among people, capable of protecting me and my uncle!"
