"If there's anything else important, Eunuch, why don't you explain it clearly?"
Xie Huizhou's slender brows furrowed slightly as he wondered what this blackhearted pervert wanted now, insisting on making trouble for them.
"His Majesty said that Your Highness has established your own household now, so how can you keep living with the Imperial Preceptor every day without a proper relationship?" The chief eunuch gave him a rough account of Xie Wangqiu's words. "It disgraces the imperial family and brings shame upon His Majesty."
Xie Huizhou wanted to roll his eyes.
Was this madman sick in the head? Why did he meddle in his private life every day?
They had been scheming against each other and begrudging each other's happiness for ages. There was no need to act as though they were close brothers.
I'm here to overthrow your rule, not to play loving brothers with you.
Xie Huizhou said, "To be frank, Eunuch, our relationship isn't exactly improper. To silence all the gossip in the world, I intend to give the Imperial Preceptor a proper status and make him my Imperial Consort. At the Painting Appreciation Banquet, I'll ask my imperial brother for a decree and hold a grand wedding."
If Xie Wangqiu was always worried about being disgraced, he might as well decree their marriage.
The chief eunuch glanced at Zhang Lanhe, the "Imperial Consort" standing beside Xie Huizhou, taller and bigger than him. Just imagining people addressing the Imperial Preceptor as Imperial Consort in the future made him shudder.
That scene was far too bizarre.
The chief eunuch hurried back to the palace.
Beside him, Zhang Lanhe's eyes lit up, and he could not suppress the smile tugging at his lips.
Zhang Lanhe was delighted to have been given a proper status, but he also worried that