Feng Miyin suddenly asked, "Does the princess wish to see Sijia?"
"What if I want to, and what if I don't?" With the same ambiguous answer, Feng Guang didn't let the woman kneeling in front of him guess his thoughts.
"If the princess is willing, would you bet with me?"
"Oh?" Feng Guang smiled intriguedly. "How do you want to bet?"
A day later, news suddenly came from the palace that Princess Changning was choosing a husband. All the civil and military officials submitted portraits of their eligible sons, hoping that the princess would take a liking to them and thus promote their official positions.
In the Imperial Garden, Feng Guang sat in the pavilion, looking idly at the pile of portraits in front of her. Sitting opposite her was Xia Fengyu, who had come to join in the fun after hearing the news.
Xia Fengyu took out a portrait. "Royal sister, this young master from Minister Li's family is quite nice. How about this one?"
“No, his eyes are lifeless; he’s probably just an empty-headed bum.” These were the words of Xia Fengxue, who was sitting next to Feng Guang. He had come here to vet a husband for Feng Guang.
Xia Fengyu took out another portrait. "This is Prime Minister Wang's grandson, the Empress's cousin, and a famous scholar. Aren't his eyes bright enough?"
"Although Young Master Wang is extremely talented, he is physically weak and cannot protect Fengguang."
"What about General Song? He's a famously undefeated general. He's highly skilled in martial arts and will definitely be able to protect my elder sister."
"General Song is a rough man, and besides, he is away fighting all year round. If Fengguang marries him, it will be no different from living as a widow."
Xia Fengyu threw the portrait down and refused to continue, saying in a childish temper, "How many portraits have we looked at? Royal brother, you say this one won't do and that one won't do. So who is suitable? Should my royal sister still get married?"
“Choosing a husband is a lifelong matter, so of course you have to be very careful. If things don’t go well for you in the future, will you take responsibility?” Xia Fengxue picked up his teacup and took a sip. Compared to the irritable Xia Fengyu, he was quite elegant.
Xia Fengyu slammed his fist on the table, "Whoever dares to bully my imperial sister, I'll kill him!"
“By then, Fengguang will have already married him.” Xia Fengxue looked at the dazed Fengguang, raised her hand to touch her head, and brought her back to her senses. “Fengguang, are you upset that Fengyu and I wasted your time?”
"Huh?" Feng Guang, who was resting her chin on her hand, came back to her senses. "No, no, I know that my brother and Feng Yu are doing this for my own good."
She was even hoping that no one would be chosen.
The news of choosing a consort has been out for so long, but that man hasn't come looking for her. Does he really not want to see her anymore?
Seeing that she was spacing out again, Xia Fengxue sighed. Since waking up from her coma, Fengguang had been acting strangely, so he had to ask Daoist Liaoliao to take a look at her again. The Daoist said that she was indeed fine, but she just had something on her mind, which Daoist Liaoliao couldn't cure.
Xia Fengxue said gently, "Fengguang, there's no rush to choose a consort. Although you've reached marriageable age, you are still Princess Changning. Even if you want to stay by your father and mother's side for a few more years, it's fine. Don't force yourself."
“Yes, Your Majesty,” Xia Fengyu added, “You can stay in the palace and keep me company.”
Feng Guang gave a forced smile, "I know what to do, don't worry. I'm tired, so I'll go back to the palace to rest first."
After saying that, she got up and left.
Xia Fengxue watched her retreating figure, and her gentle smile slowly faded.
Xia Fengyu asked, "Brother, what's wrong?"
"It's nothing." Xia Fengxue coldly ordered the eunuch standing behind her, "Take all these portraits and burn them."
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