Nanyue Kingdom, Jinluan Palace.
The air in the hall was dull, and the sweet smell of ambergris mixed with a hint of blood penetrated everyone's nostrils.
The envoy of Beilin stood in the hall, with the snow wolf embroidery on his brocade robe showing teeth and claws.
"Your Majesty, I have heard that the seventh princess of Nanyue Kingdom, Ling Xiaoxiao, is both talented and virtuous, and I hereby ask to marry her to bring about good relations between the two countries, Qin and Jin."
He paused and looked around at the silent civil and military officials.
"Oh, by the way, I also heard that Her Majesty the Princess is pregnant. I am magnanimous to Your Majesty and will not care about these details and am willing to accept her as well."
As soon as these words came out, there was deathly silence in the palace.
