"This is unacceptable! Don't mention it again." Sang Yan's expression was extremely serious.
Absurd! How could he possibly recognize Wange as his goddaughter? Wange is going to be his wife in the future! He absolutely will not allow it.
The prime minister was startled by his sudden dark expression. He had thought that the Grand Preceptor liked his daughter very much and would accept her, but he didn't expect him to become unhappy so quickly.
"Since the Grand Preceptor doesn't like it, then so be it," the Prime Minister sighed.
Looking at the aggrieved little girl in his arms, Sang Yan loosened his grip a bit: "It's not that I don't like Wan Ge, it's just that besides that, there's something else."
"What?" Wan Ge asked, looking puzzled.
Sang Yan smiled slightly: "When Wan Ge grows up and marries me, she can live with me and stay together forever."
Upon hearing this, Wan Ge's eyes lit up again: "Really! Then I want to marry Brother Yan."
The Prime Minister was completely stunned. He hadn't expected Sang Yan to harbor such thoughts. This...this...this!
How old is Sang Yan now? How could he... No! In my memory, the Imperial Preceptor has always looked like this, but when he was just a minor official, I heard that Guo Sheng had already been in office for a long time.
So how big is the national situation? Why, after so many years, does he still look like a teenager?
He had heard rumors that the Imperial Advisor was not human, but a celestial being.
But he always felt that the Grand Preceptor was just deliberately making people misunderstand in order to consolidate his position.
But now that I think about it, the Imperial Advisor knew everything, the entire country was peaceful during his tenure, and he was immortal—could he really be a deity? But if he really was a deity, why was he staying here? Why didn't he become a deity and instead became the Imperial Advisor?
"What is the Prime Minister thinking about?" Sang Yan, who was holding Wan Ge, noticed that the Prime Minister had suddenly lost in thought, so she asked this question.
The Prime Minister coughed lightly, then asked, "May I ask how old the Imperial Preceptor is this year?"
Sang Yan hadn't expected him to ask this question. Thinking of her age, she shook her head helplessly: "It's better for the Prime Minister not to know my age. Don't worry, I will never grow old before Wan Ge grows up, and I will never leave her in this life. I will protect her for the rest of my life."
Not only during her life on Earth, but also after she returns to Heaven, he will forever protect and cherish her. He will never regret it, for all eternity.
"Could the Imperial Preceptor really not be human?" The Prime Minister was somewhat worried. If he wasn't human, could they still fall in love?
Moreover, he really didn't expect that the Imperial Advisor had this as his initial intention; he thought the Imperial Advisor wanted a daughter.
"What does the Prime Minister think?" Sang Yan only gave him a faint look, but the Prime Minister felt a sense of oppression. It was not the temperament and appearance that a human should have, and there was a terrifying sense of oppression.
Wan Ge was completely bewildered, having no idea what Sang Yan and her father were talking about.
Sang Yan noticed the little girl's confusion: "You'll understand later, there's no need to worry about it now."
"Okay," the little girl replied obediently.
Just then, someone rushed in: "The Minister of State has finally found you. His Majesty has summoned you. You'd better hurry to the palace."
"Okay." Sang Yan put Wan Ge down on the ground. "Brother, go ahead and get busy. I'll bring you something delicious next time."
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