The Emperor sighed.
"Old Yang has done so much for Qingning Country."
Then, the Emperor's tone shifted.
"You don't look very old."
"I am sixteen."
The Emperor nodded. His gaze shifted to the Prince standing a short distance away, and he said with a smile,
"So young, and spending all your days on Medicine-Refining... I take it you're not yet betrothed. Your maternal grandfather did me a great service, and I once promised that I would take good care of the Yang Family.
That makes you practically a member of the Yang Family."
The Emperor looked at Su Ye with a benevolent expression.
Listening to him, Su Ye's eyelid twitched.
'This Emperor has something more to say.'
Then, she heard him sigh, his voice suddenly growing much more solemn.
"Chu Huan, are you willing to take Su Ye as your wife?"
Su Ye's head snapped up.
'This betrothal came out of nowhere.'
She watched as the Prince stepped forward to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with her, his expression grave.
