'Or maybe this was just a spur-of-the-moment decision by the Great Emperor?'
'Impossible. Those golden mandarin ducks mean the Great Emperor has wanted to pair me up with her for a long time.'
Zheng Xiu felt like he had ants in his pants, unable to sit still. His gaze swept across the faces of the three Princes. For a minor nation, it wouldn't matter. They could just find some minister's godson to marry off, establish a connection, and be done with it. But the Northern Barbarians were incredibly important to Daqian. Leaving others aside, the three Princes, who had just recently been fighting tooth and nail over the succession, would never just stand by and watch Zheng Xiu become the Prince Consort.
'To be able to marry the Princess of the Northern Kingdom... even if she were hideous, at least you'd gain that kind of status.'
'So why aren't the three Princes fighting for it?'
