King Heng shrugged and said lazily: "Second brother, I am just reminding you kindly, please don't be so fierce."
No one dared to say a word.
The conflict between Prince Yan and Prince Heng was obvious to all, and no one dared to get involved.
Finally, the emperor, who was sitting in the main seat, spoke up: "Today is Zhaoyang's birthday, you two brothers should not go too far."
Prince Yan and Prince Heng said no more. Prince Yan lowered his head and took a sip of wine.
The emperor looked at Prince Heng again, his tone was doting as he scolded him: "Yuan Li, you have many wives and concubines in your backyard, why don't you have a child? You should learn from your second brother and have more children for the royal family."
Shen Wei, who was eavesdropping with her ears perked up, was a little surprised. Prince Heng had many wives and concubines and was a playboy, but he didn't even have a child?
Could it be that...Prince Heng is not capable of this?
Prince Heng replied with little interest: "Father, I am destined to be alone. It is fate."
This is a very disrespectful statement. "A lonely man" seems to imply that Prince Heng wants to be the emperor.
But the emperor did not blame him. He just smiled helplessly, with a kind and helpless look on his face. It seemed as if he really doted on King Heng and was tolerant of his every word and action.
The birthday party is coming to an end.
After three rounds of drinking, the emperor slowly put down his glass and said lovingly: "Zhaoyang, you are not young anymore. Today is your birthday. Just ask for whatever you want. Your father will definitely grant it."
It was quiet all around.
The emperor's words had a hidden meaning.
Deliberately mentioning "you are not young anymore" actually implies that you are old enough to get married.
The emperor had only one daughter, Zhaoyang, so he naturally doted on her. If Zhaoyang asks for a marriage today, the emperor will agree immediately.
Zhaoyang's beautiful eyes were as bright as stars: "Once the emperor opens his mouth, a gentleman's promise cannot be broken!"
Yan Yunting's fingers holding the white porcelain wine glass suddenly paused. He knew that Zhaoyang had been fond of him since childhood.
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