Envoy

Youlan cautiously glanced at him.

Chu Zhiyuan said, "Aunt, I'm fine."

Youlan asked softly, "Will the marriage with the Twelfth Princess truly face complications?"

She felt that her Prince's fate was far too bitter, far too unlucky.

Being sent away as a hostage and made into an Imperial Son-in-Law was already an immense humiliation; now he still had to endure an even greater one.

With the Prince's original temperament, he would have long since kicked up a fuss and started making trouble, insisting on provoking a scolding from the Emperor or even a punishment.

Fortunately, after surviving his death tribulation, the Prince's disposition had changed, allowing him to hold steady.

Chu Zhiyuan said, "There will be complications, and there will also be changes."

"But looking at the Twelfth Princess, she..."

"She isn't the Emperor. If you were the Emperor of the Phoenix Dynasty, Aunt, would you obediently honor the previous agreement instead of taking the chance to drive a wedge between us and the Yuan Zhen Dynasty?"

"The Emperor of the Phoenix Dynasty has no need to do that, does he?"

"They may well have fanned the flames behind this matter. Otherwise, even if it were a marriage alliance, there would have been no need to insist on choosing the Twelfth Princess."

"...They fear that we and the Yuan Zhen Dynasty will form an alliance again?"

"If they can make our two dynasties fight, that would be even better."

"Neither dynasty is foolish. We naturally won't do as he wishes."

"Even if we don't fight, it would still be good if a rift formed between us."

"The Emperor is using the Twelfth Princess like this. Wouldn't that chill her heart?"

"She is choosing a husband; she is the one making the selection." Chu Zhiyuan snorted. "The only ones losing face