Seeing Xiang Yuan fly into a fury, thunder with rage, erupt in anger, even striking a pose with his hair bristling to the heavens, Xiao Lingyue took the letter from him in bafflement and began to read.
At the same time, she felt somewhat wronged. Xiao He was Xiang Yuan's fair-weather friend; Xiao He had sold his brother for glory. What did that have to do with her, Xiao Lingyue? Why was he yelling at her?
There were not many words in the letter—just one sentence—but it got straight to the point.
The Western Chu delegation had perfectly completed its mission, forging a friendly treaty between the two nations. To reinforce their unbreakable alliance, the two countries had decided upon a marriage alliance: Northern Qi would provide Princess Wenying, and Western Chu would provide Overlord Xiang Yuan.
Xiao Lingyue: "..."
It was an extremely simple sentence, yet Xiao Lingyue simply could not make sense of it. She read it over and over several times.
Beside her, Xiang Yuan reclaimed Chan'er as an outsider. Still dazed, the latter mistook him for Xiao Lingyue and struggled to return to her husband's embrace.
Xiang Yuan smacked the weakling's backside, finally making her settle down.
"Wife, say something. Why have you gone quiet?"
Xiang Yuan grumbled, "We agreed to split into two groups. I went to Southern Jin, while your brother went to Northern Qi. On my route, I kept my defenses airtight—Southern Jin beauties rained down on me like raindrops, and I dodged every single one. But your brother? He stabbed me in the back and, while I wasn't looking, arranged a marriage for me!"
"Look at the sort of thing he's done!"
"In a marriage alliance between nations, it's always the imperial families that provide the people and make the effort. Who