Three cups of spirit wine had knocked out the emperor and the great general.
Even Wang Jialan, who had been clamoring to go to the Prince of Zhenxi's residence, was so drunk she could barely stand. The old eunuch had no choice but to summon palace maids to help the princess back to her quarters to rest.
By all rights, the emperor still had plenty of questions for Wang Xian.
He simply hadn't expected that with what seemed like an offhand arrangement, Wang Xian would make the decision for him.
After all, given the imperial capital's current relationship with the Academy, the princess's admission to the Academy carried implications that could neither be spoken aloud nor needed to be.
It made sense, too. The prince's daughter from the Prince of Zhenxi's residence was going to marry the Academy's young instructor.
If the princess entered the Academy to study and cultivate, then should another upheaval rock the imperial capital, the Academy would likely stand on her side.
Just as Wang Xian had said, the southern tribes could have an empress. Why couldn't the imperial capital of Jinling?
Who said women were inferior to men?
After all, once the emperor had broken through, most of his thoughts would be devoted to the heavens.
It probably wouldn't be long before he left this world, just like Wang Xian.
He couldn't control who the future belonged to.
The emperor drained his final cup. Though he was reluctant, the instant he thought of the instructor who had departed, he abandoned the idea of speaking up for Wang Yuan'an.
Who knew what the future held?
In any case, Wang Xian was going to wash his hands of everything. He probably didn't even want the Prince of Zhennan's residence anymore.
The old eunuch received the imperial order,