Prime Minister Su did not know what to do. Just as he was about to say something to the Emperor, Zuota, the leader of the second-largest tribe beyond the frontier, unexpectedly grabbed the sturdy young man beside him and stood up with him.
"Your Majesty, Zuota also has an impertinent request. I wish to ask for Miss Su's hand on behalf of my younger son, Gulun."
"My son Gulun is brave, wise, and devoted. In the future, he will take only Miss Su as his wife, and my position will also be passed on to Gulun."
As he spoke, he turned to Prime Minister Su and said with utmost sincerity, "Prime Minister Su, please rest assured and marry your daughter to my son Gulun. He will certainly respect and love her, protect her for the rest of her life, and provide her with the most comfortable life."
Prime Minister Su looked troubled. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "It is not that I am unwilling, but my daughter is already betrothed."
Although the Imperial Decree had not yet been issued, the Emperor had already given an oral order. There was no room for reversal in this matter.
"She is already betrothed?"
Batie, Zuota, and the others were all stunned.
"But we have never heard any news of your daughter's betrothal, nor have we heard that His Majesty issued an Imperial Decree granting her a marriage."
"This..." Prime Minister Su looked toward the Emperor, who sat in the upper seat, calmly pondering something.
Before the Emperor could reply, a cold voice suddenly came from the entrance.
"No Imperial Decree granting a marriage has been issued, and there have been no three matchmakers, six betrothal gifts, or exchange of marriage documents. But Miss Su is my savior, so I do not