Two poor little things~~
They had no idea they had already become pawns in the silent game between two clans, and that even their future marriages might not be theirs to decide.
But being unable to decide one's own marriage was the norm in this world, especially for those of the direct line.
After all, the marriages of the direct line were not merely their own affairs—they concerned the long-term future of the entire clan. If everyone started demanding freedom of marriage at every turn, wouldn't everything descend into chaos?
Wang Shouzhe, Liu Ruolan, Prince An and his wife, and the rest had all married under their clans' arrangements. Being given the chance to choose one from several prospective matches was already an immense blessing.
A moment later.
After another round of beatings, the two little ones finally behaved themselves and huddled in the corner, drawing circles. They glanced at each other, and both could not help feeling a touch of sympathy for fellow sufferers.
Wang Shouzhe did not rush to pick up the matter of the marriage alliance. Instead, he leisurely took a sip of immortal tea and smiled at Prince An, Wu Mingyuan. "Your Highness Mingyuan, I heard Fairy Tianyan mention last time that you were enclosing land in North Guard to plant shelterbelts and carry out soil improvement. How has that been going?"
As for how it had been going, Wang Shouzhe actually knew perfectly well already.
His understanding of Wu Mingyuan and North Guard far surpassed Wu Mingyuan's understanding of the Wang Clan. The Hall of Immortals established by the family retainer Wang Mei had gradually infiltrated North Guard decades ago, becoming Wang Shouzhe's eyes.
At the mention of this, Wu Mingyuan perked up at once, all traces of drowsiness gone. "North Guard lies on the