After his two sons had withdrawn, the Emperor set aside the memorial he had been holding. His expression was serene, yet his eyes were unfathomably deep.
"How old is Lao Liu?"
Always standing quietly to the side, almost as if invisible, Sun Chuanmao responded respectfully, "Your Majesty, Prince Jing turned eighteen years old at the beginning of the year."
"Eighteen? Indeed, it's time for him to marry." The Emperor mused softly, "Do you think Lao Liu truly decided to ask for that farmer's daughter's hand in marriage because of what Tongtong said?"
Sun Chuanmao immediately knelt with a thud, "Please forgive me, Your Majesty. This servant wouldn't dare to speak recklessly."
"I absolve you of any guilt."
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Sun Chuanmao stood up as instructed and respectfully said, "Your Majesty, this servant is puzzled. The Sixth Princess has always been distant from the other princes and princesses. Why would she tell Prince Jing about Ms. Yang?"