When the crackling sounds ca from the inner hall, everyone seed to lower their heads even further, and at the sa ti, they did not forget to wipe the sweat seeping from their foreheads.
The only thought flashing through their minds was, worthy indeed of being the legitimate princess the Emperor holds on the tip of his heart; this temper is nothing like the forr Empress at all. The Emperor is already this furious, yet he still lets her leave just like that. If it were any other Princess, she would have been seized long ago and brought up for punishnt.
"Just listen, listen to that—this is your good little sister, my good daughter. I am her father, yet she dares threaten like this? Do I have any face left at all? Murong Han, this is all the result of your indulgence. I don’t care, the marriage treaty between the two countries has been signed, there is absolutely no possibility of changing it. The rest, I’m leaving to you to go and persuade her. No matter what, you must talk her round for . The wedding date will be set for the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, you still have three months to prepare."
Murong Han took a deep breath. "Father Emperor, she just said it herself—if she’s angered, she can raze this whole continent to the ground. You think she was joking?"
Murong Yi frowned. "Han’er, she’s fooling around and you just let her? Raze it to the ground? Just凭她? Heh, it’s not that I look down on her, but she—"
"Father Emperor, I’m afraid you don’t know. During the Holy Dynasty earthquake, she and Shui Yixuan researched and developed..."
Murong Han mulled over the rest of his words again and again, but in the end he didn’t say them. He was worried that if he said it, it would only increase his little sister’s value, making it easier for him to use her as a bargaining chip in negotiations with the Holy Dynasty. Besides, he still didn’t know whether that man valued his little sister so much because of that highly destructive weapon. If it was related, then that man... would be far too dangerous.
"Developed what?"
When Murong Yi swept a contemptuous glance over at him, Murong Han suddenly felt that no matter how much he tried to explain to the father before him, it would all be in vain.
He also understood why his little sister didn’t want him to tell him that Mother was still alive. Perhaps his sister was right—Father had long since placed Lanyue’s safety and interests before all feelings. Maybe he was a good Emperor, but he definitely could not be called a good father, or a good husband. What a woman seeks, after all, is only stability that isn’t mixed with any other interests. Once feelings are turned into利益, then... perhaps it becos like this, turning into enmity.
"Father Emperor, regardless of whether little sister is making a scene or not, is there really no room at all to change this matter? If it truly goes on like this, I’m afraid it will completely stiffen the relationship between the two of you."
Murong Yi waved his hand. "I’m old now, no good for anything. The Holy Dynasty and Lanyue are both not very stable internally. If they marry your little sister, it can guarantee a hundred years of peace for Lanyue. Even if she ends up hating , I will not regret it. Let it stiffen if it must; this is the only thing I can do for your Crown Prince elder brother."
Guarantee a hundred years of peace? Was that not a joke?
When he is gone, even if Beiming Yi inherits the throne, even if during Beiming Yi’s reign he can keep the peace, how long can he remain on the throne? Leaving aside who will inherit in the future, by the ti it reaches the grandson’s generation, will they still take this so‑called promise seriously?
Perhaps this so‑called century‑long pact will only have an effective span of thirty or forty years, and even during those thirty or forty years, there’s a good chance it will be watered down.
As an Emperor, he was responsible, but as a father, he had failed too miserably.
And the little sister he happened to run into was not the obedient, docile type, but a girl with very strong ideas of her own.
She had once said that she was not that noble, but she would do what she could, within her ability, to help others.
She never provoked others, but if others ca to provoke her, then they could not bla her for being ruthless and vicious.
Murong Han wanted to persuade him further, but Murong Yi, feeling physically exhausted, had him dismissed. He was supposed to have co to solve the problem, yet in the end every single one of them had quite the temper. Nothing was communicated properly, and they all just wound up with a bellyful of anger at one another.
Prince Han Mansion was the residence granted to Murong Han by the Emperor after he was invested. Even Murong Xue’s Princess Mansion was still under construction. Although they each had their own fief, they would still need a place to stay when they entered Beijing in the future. Calculated like that, the Old Emperor really had done quite a lot for the two of them. But because of this marriage, a rift had opened between Jiang Xue and the Old Emperor. When Murong Han returned to the manor and saw Jiang Xue drinking sullenly alone in the flower hall, it was obvious she was waiting for him.
"Not to criticize you, but if you could just hold your temper a little, it wouldn’t have blown up like this. Father Emperor was furious with you. After you left, he didn’t want to speak to either. It’s my fault I didn’t manage to settle this for you. But don’t worry, I’ll keep working on it. I definitely won’t let you be married off like this."
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