Ill Fates~

The Emperor narrowed his eyes at Prime minister Zhao and then shifted his gaze to the Minister of Rites and said in a chilling voice, "Minister of Rites, what is the meaning of this?"

The Minister of Rites inwardly braced himself and stepped forward, bowed, and explained, "Your majesty, it is the truth...We even went to consult with seers outside the palace and it was the same result. No one could divine a date, the match is deemed incompatible..."

"Didn't all the candidates already pass this "test for compatibility"?" The Emperor asked narrowing his eyes at the Minister of Rites, who kept his head down, scared to look up at the Emperor.

"They did." The Minister of Rites hesitantly responded.

"So then explain to me... Why is this an issue today?" The Emperor coldly asked.

"I- I am not sure what is happening..." The Minister of Rites hesitantly responded. The Emperor glared at the Minister of Rites' head, thinking of how he should proceed.