Liu Ying's marriage would be a political one.
This was an unchangeable reality. Even Luo Xin could only do his best to consider Liu Ying's feelings and guide him with words so that he would not resist it.
Liu Ying was, in fact, a clever child. He understood this, and knew that even the freedom he now enjoyed had not come easily. He remained filled with gratitude toward Luo Xin.
The bride Luo Xin most wanted to seek for Liu Ying was Han Yan, the daughter of Han Xin and Luo Cai. They were only a few years apart in age and were the most suitable match.
Han Yan was already twelve. They only needed to wait another three years, until she came of age at fifteen, before they could marry.
"Brother, no!"
Luo Cai spoke without the slightest hesitation. Han Xin looked toward her in puzzlement.
Luo Xin had not expected Luo Cai's attitude to be so firm either. Equally puzzled, he asked, "The emperor is gentle and kind by nature, and rarely quarrels with others. He is soft on the outside but firm within. On the surface, he seems to have no opinions of his own, but he fiercely protects what he cares about.
"Yan'er would certainly be happy if she married him. The only concern is that the emperor might have many consorts.
"But as long as Yan'er gives birth to a prince early on, I can guarantee that the emperor will have no other consorts."
Luo Xin's words sounded mild, but the resolve within them ran deep. Even if Liu Ying was the emperor, once he married Luo Xin's niece, he would have to follow the rules.
Hearing this, Luo Cai still shook her head firmly. "Brother, it is not because of the emperor.
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