Xie Anjun's eyelid twitched violently.
He swallowed hard and forced out the words, "Father, why would you ask such a thing?"
The Eldest Princess was the current Princess Huan Ning, Xiao Jiayi—Xie Anjun's wife.
More importantly, she was the apple of Consort Ru's eye.
Xie Pei's voice was harsh. "Just tell me—yes or no!"
"Of course not!"
Xie Anjun shuddered. He straightened up, tilted his chin, and enunciated every word.
"I know what's at stake. How could I possibly drag her into this!?"
Xie Pei met his gaze. After a long moment, he finally narrowed his eyes.
With a SLAP, Xie Pei threw the stack of letters onto the desk.
"So you're not completely muddle-headed! Her status is sensitive, and she's spoiled and willful. The slightest misstep could stir up a mountain of trouble! Consort Ru and the Second Prince are already in a bad position. We absolutely cannot afford any more mistakes."
