Liu Shuyue held a Plum Blossom Pastry in her hand and stared straight at the emperor.
Her stare sent a chill down his spine.
Little Six was lively, adorable, and naturally bright, and he was so close to the Crown Prince. Even if he accomplished nothing in the future, he would still live comfortably as a prince.
What was wrong with marrying Little Six?
Would Little Six cheat on his wife someday? Would he keep a mistress outside his household?
The emperor's heart bobbed up and down in uncertainty. At last, Liu Shuyue spoke: [Has he taken a fancy to my husband too? If he can't have the man, he'll take his child?]
Zhou Yunshen nearly sputtered: I treat you as a brother, and you treat me as what?
The emperor wore a mask of anguish. He wanted to deny it but had no way to speak up, so he could only shout inwardly: I haven't! I like women!
Weren't his four biological children proof enough?
Huahua sighed. Pregnancy really did make a woman foolish for three years. The ancients hadn't lied.
Huahua: [You're overthinking it. He just wants to draw your families even closer through marriage. If he has another daughter, your son might well get whisked away to become a princess's husband too.]
Liu Shuyue: [Actually, that would improve the odds. Think about it-who knows whether my daughter and the Sixth Prince will fancy each other? With two possible couples, the odds would double.]
The emperor thought about it and realized she was right.
But Chaohua was already married, and he had no other daughters.
Even if she weren't married, a woman more than a dozen years older than the man seemed a little...
The emperor turned his gaze toward the Empress, waggling his brows with delight: *My