"Prince, as long as you like it."
Mu Rong hurried after him as soon as she finished speaking.
"That's true."
Mu Jin nodded and likewise urged her horse to quickly catch up.
At court the next day, Su Qiao directly proposed that Your Majesty marry Shang Shuheng on the twentieth.
It was already the fifteenth, leaving less than five days until the twentieth.
Preparing a wedding in such a short time was undoubtedly rushed, especially since it was the marriage of a country's ruler to an Emperor's Husband.
However, Su Qiao forcefully set the date on the grounds that one should start a family before establishing a career, and that Your Majesty had already taken personal control of the government.
The ministers secretly glanced at Your Majesty. Although she showed no expression, she did not appear to resist either, so they immediately echoed the Prince's proposal.
One after another, they praised Shang Shuheng as someone who surpassed all others under heaven and was unmatched on earth, calling him and Your Majesty a match made by heaven, and so on.
Prime Minister Shang was the only unhappy person among them all.
Her smile was stiff and forced.
Previously, her son had confidently claimed that he got along very well with the Prince and was certain he could win the Prince's heart.
But what was this now?
If the Prince truly cared for him, how could she possibly push him toward Your Majesty?
Earlier, Your Majesty had secretly come in person to meet her son, but considering that the current situation was unclear, they had politely refused her with the excuse that he was ill and unfit to receive visitors.
That had already offended Your Majesty to some extent.
And now...
What were they supposed to do?
The more Prime Minister Shang