"That girl is out of the question. If we send her to their home, I suspect she'd just have someone beat Prime Minister Gao all over again." The Beili Emperor thought of Ye Qianning's fierce expression, her little face screwed up in determination. 'She's cut from the exact same cloth as Xiang Minghou.'
That was Xiang Minghou to a tee. You could barely force him to admit it when he was wrong. But if he was right and you tried to make him apologize, he would tear the other person to shreds.
Mr. Li looked troubled upon hearing this. If Miss Xiang didn't go and apologize, Prime Minister Gao's anger would likely continue to rage.
"I recall that Prime Minister Gao has a son. He should be about ten years old by now."
Mr. Li was somewhat taken aback, but he gave a slight nod. "He is."
"If the two families were to be joined by marriage, this conflict could be resolved," the Beili Emperor mused.
