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Just for a not light or heavy marriage, this reaction was obviously a bit intense.

 

The latter put down his pen, his smile slightly converged, looking at the prince who knelt down straight, squinting his eyes.

 

When discussing this topic last time, Zong Luo’s abnoJust for a not light or heavy marriage, this reaction was obviously a bit intense.

The latter put down his pen, his smile slightly converged, looking at the prince who knelt down straight, squinting his eyes.

When discussing this topic last time, Zong Luo’s abnormal reaction caught Emperor Yuan’s attention.

“You don’t want to get married, that’s fine, but you have to give Zhen a reason.” He said lightly.

Zong Luo bowed his hands, “This son has no romantic feelings for Miss Shen.”

The emperor chuckled, “You have only met the girl from the Tai Wei’s family a few times? If you are dizzy and infatuated with her after a few short meetings, Zhen would find it strange.”

Obviously, this reason couldn’t convince Emperor Yuan, he never even thought that his third son would say such a reason that was not a reason at all.

Being in the royal family, there were not so many choices.

Even if the customs were more open, marrying a wife must be well-matched in terms of social status, and should be linked to politics. On this point, Zong Yongliu was one of the best calculators. He courted Shen Xinyue because of the military power behind Shen Xinyue’s Shen family, not because of the reason of love at first sight of a gentle and virtuous woman, blunt and naked.

Emperor Yuan was a soldier in his previous life, traversing the battlefield, and in the second half of his life, he ascended the throne and ruled the Great Yuan. Power, blood, battlefield, strategy, he had tasted everything, but he had never tasted love.

Or to say, a successful politician could never indulge in love.

When everything was linked to interests, love was always the last thing to consider.

“When Zhen was young, Zhen was also a proton in another country and met a woman Zhen admired. At that time, Zhen was still in a foreign country, and the Great Yuan was weak, Zhen was just a prince without power or authority. After expressing feelings, she turned her head and married the most powerful family of the country.”

This topic was not a taboo, at least for Emperor Yuan, he didn’t even remember the face of that woman, it’s just a past that didn’t need to be remembered when he was young. Not to mention that the other party did not hesitate to abandon him, which made him understand more and more that love was inferior.

“Wait for you to marry her, help each other, accumulate over time, maybe you will have feelings, these can be slowly cultivated.”

Zong Luo felt bitter in his heart.

He understood Emperor Yuan’s meaning. And precisely because he understood, he couldn’t agree.

No matter what, he was not a person who was born and raised in this era, but a transmigrator.

The education he received in modern times made him unable to agree with such pure political interest thinking, and he still harbored a naive pursuit and hope for true love in his heart.

Emperor Yuan seemed to say casually, “Last time Zhen talked about this topic with you, you also looked like you saw a ghost. You’re not young anymore, haven’t you ever considered or is it that you have someone in mind?”

“If you really have someone in mind, you might as well tell Zhen. Zhen is not the kind who insists on hitting the mandarin ducks with a stick, an autocratic and incompetent ruler.” (TL: hitting the mandarin ducks with a stick-metaphor for breaking up a loving couple or lovers)

Zong Luo’s back stiffened.

Last time Emperor Yuan talked to him about this topic, he thought it would be okay to just make do if it really didn’t work.

But this time, when Emperor Yuan actually revealed his intention to grant marriage, Zong Luo’s first reaction was full of resistance.

In such a short time, why did it cause such a completely different mentality?

During this period, he clearly only…

Zong Luo didn’t dare to think deeply.

And Emperor Yuan continued, “What does the eldest granddaughter of the Tai Wei represent, Zhen doesn’t need to say more. You’re not a child anymore, some things, you should have your own calculations, and prioritize the overall situation.”

“The Fourth, Sixth, and Fifth are all recruiting soldiers and horses, preparing for the prophecy of the Witch Sacrificial Ceremony. You just do it like this and watch, Zhen grants you people, but you are actually unwilling.”

The prince in white suddenly looked up.

“What are you looking at?”

Emperor Yuan said unhappily, “Didn’t Pei Qianxue tell you? At the Witch Sacrificial Ceremony, the result calculated by the wooden plaque, even Zhen can’t easily interfere.”

“You’re good, you don’t even seize the opportunity to add bricks and tiles to your own power, a business and opportunity that doesn’t cost a soldier or a pawn.”

He viciously dropped a stroke on the memorial, “If that wooden plaque doesn’t choose you at that time, where should Zhen put his old face?”

Zong Luo’s lips moved a couple of times, and suddenly his eyes widened, “That Imperial Censor Xue…”

Something seemed to be strung together like a thread.

When he was isolated and helpless in the Imperial City, Imperial Censor Xue was the first to come to him, a minister who openly sided with the Third Prince’s party.

Not to mention that everyone knew that the Three Councillors and the Nine Ministers were all ministers favored by Emperor Yuan.

Prime Minister Pei Qianxue was the highest-ranking administrative official, overseeing government affairs. Tai Wei Shen, the highest-ranking military post, commanding all the gentlemen. Imperial Censor Xue, supervising hundreds of officials, investigating affairs.

These three were undoubtedly the official positions below one person in the Great Yuan and above ten thousand people.

Imperial Censor Xue was a staunch supporter of Zong Luo, Pei Qianxue was Zong Luo’s best friend, even Tai Wie Shen appreciated him, and there was even a vague intention of offering an olive branch for marriage.

Except for these few, none of the Nine Ministers have publicly sided with other princes, each of them tucking their tails and afraid of being struck by Emperor Yuan.

“It’s only now that Zhen realized, Zhen overestimated you.”

Emperor Yuan chuckled, “The proton who just returned to court, without the support of maternal power, is just a warrior. Does Zhen’s Great Yuan still lack generals?”

“Imperial Censor Xue ranks among the Three Councillors, is old and respected, and still personally visits to support you. If it weren’t for Zhen’s hints, would you really think you are some kind of delicious cake?” (metaphor for popular person)

Zong Luo’s fingers holding Zhanlu couldn’t stop trembling.

Yes, why didn’t he discover it before?

It turns out that everything had traces to follow early on.
rmal reaction caught Emperor Yuan’s attention.

 

“You don’t want to get married, that’s fine, but you have to give Zhen a reason.” He said lightly.

 

Zong Luo bowed his hands, “This son has no romantic feelings for Miss Shen.”

 

The emperor chuckled, “You have only met the girl from the Tai Wei’s family a few times? If you are dizzy and infatuated with her after a few short meetings, Zhen would find it strange.”

 

Obviously, this reason couldn’t convince Emperor Yuan, he never even thought that his third son would say such a reason that was not a reason at all.

 

Being in the royal family, there were not so many choices.

 

Even if the customs were more open, marrying a wife must be well-matched in terms of social status, and should be linked to politics. On this point, Zong Yongliu was one of the best calculators. He courted Shen Xinyue because of the military power behind Shen Xinyue’s Shen family, not because of the reason of love at first sight of a gentle and virtuous woman, blunt and naked.

 

Emperor Yuan was a soldier in his previous life, traversing the battlefield, and in the second half of his life, he ascended the throne and ruled the Great Yuan. Power, blood, battlefield, strategy, he had tasted everything, but he had never tasted love.

 

Or to say, a successful politician could never indulge in love.

 

When everything was linked to interests, love was always the last thing to consider.

 

“When Zhen was young, Zhen was also a proton in another country and met a woman Zhen admired. At that time, Zhen was still in a foreign country, and the Great Yuan was weak, Zhen was just a prince without power or authority. After expressing feelings, she turned her head and married the most powerful family of the country.”

 

This topic was not a taboo, at least for Emperor Yuan, he didn’t even remember the face of that woman, it’s just a past that didn’t need to be remembered when he was young. Not to mention that the other party did not hesitate to abandon him, which made him understand more and more that love was inferior.

 

“Wait for you to marry her, help each other, accumulate over time, maybe you will have feelings, these can be slowly cultivated.”

 

Zong Luo felt bitter in his heart.

 

He understood Emperor Yuan’s meaning. And precisely because he understood, he couldn’t agree.

 

No matter what, he was not a person who was born and raised in this era, but a transmigrator.

 

The education he received in modern times made him unable to agree with such pure political interest thinking, and he still harbored a naive pursuit and hope for true love in his heart.

 

Emperor Yuan seemed to say casually, “Last time Zhen talked about this topic with you, you also looked like you saw a ghost. You’re not young anymore, haven’t you ever considered or is it that you have someone in mind?”

 

“If you really have someone in mind, you might as well tell Zhen. Zhen is not the kind who insists on hitting the mandarin ducks with a stick, an autocratic and incompetent ruler.” (TL: hitting the mandarin ducks with a stick-metaphor for breaking up a loving couple or lovers)

 

Zong Luo’s back stiffened.

 

Last time Emperor Yuan talked to him about this topic, he thought it would be okay to just make do if it really didn’t work.

 

But this time, when Emperor Yuan actually revealed his intention to grant marriage, Zong Luo’s first reaction was full of resistance.

 

In such a short time, why did it cause such a completely different mentality?

 

During this period, he clearly only…

 

Zong Luo didn’t dare to think deeply.

 

And Emperor Yuan continued, “What does the eldest granddaughter of the Tai Wei represent, Zhen doesn’t need to say more. You’re not a child anymore, some things, you should have your own calculations, and prioritize the overall situation.”

 

“The Fourth, Sixth, and Fifth are all recruiting soldiers and horses, preparing for the prophecy of the Witch Sacrificial Ceremony. You just do it like this and watch, Zhen grants you people, but you are actually unwilling.”

 

The prince in white suddenly looked up.

 

“What are you looking at?”

 

Emperor Yuan said unhappily, “Didn’t Pei Qianxue tell you? At the Witch Sacrificial Ceremony, the result calculated by the wooden plaque, even Zhen can’t easily interfere.”

 

“You’re good, you don’t even seize the opportunity to add bricks and tiles to your own power, a business and opportunity that doesn’t cost a soldier or a pawn.”

 

He viciously dropped a stroke on the memorial, “If that wooden plaque doesn’t choose you at that time, where should Zhen put his old face?”

 

Zong Luo’s lips moved a couple of times, and suddenly his eyes widened, “That Imperial Censor Xue…”

 

Something seemed to be strung together like a thread.

 

When he was isolated and helpless in the Imperial City, Imperial Censor Xue was the first to come to him, a minister who openly sided with the Third Prince’s party.

 

Not to mention that everyone knew that the Three Councillors and the Nine Ministers were all ministers favored by Emperor Yuan.

 

Prime Minister Pei Qianxue was the highest-ranking administrative official, overseeing government affairs. Tai Wei Shen, the highest-ranking military post, commanding all the gentlemen. Imperial Censor Xue, supervising hundreds of officials, investigating affairs.

 

These three were undoubtedly the official positions below one person in the Great Yuan and above ten thousand people.

 

Imperial Censor Xue was a staunch supporter of Zong Luo, Pei Qianxue was Zong Luo’s best friend, even Tai Wie Shen appreciated him, and there was even a vague intention of offering an olive branch for marriage.

 

Except for these few, none of the Nine Ministers have publicly sided with other princes, each of them tucking their tails and afraid of being struck by Emperor Yuan.

 

“It’s only now that Zhen realized, Zhen overestimated you.”

 

Emperor Yuan chuckled, “The proton who just returned to court, without the support of maternal power, is just a warrior. Does Zhen’s Great Yuan still lack generals?”

 

“Imperial Censor Xue ranks among the Three Councillors, is old and respected, and still personally visits to support you. If it weren’t for Zhen’s hints, would you really think you are some kind of delicious cake?” (metaphor for popular person)

 

Zong Luo’s fingers holding Zhanlu couldn’t stop trembling.

 

Yes, why didn’t he discover it before?

 

It turns out that everything had traces to follow early on.