Nice Weather

Yang Le looked at the young prince with wide eyes.

"What do you mean, by a joke? After all, how could rumors from the Crown Prince's palace reach as far as Ma Pu's palace?" he asked with a suspicious look.

Yu Ning chuckled.

"Hehehe Your Highness the Crown Prince, just as the cold wind from Ma Pu country blows far away, so does the warm wind from Hua palace, it will surely reach White Mountain no matter what."

Yang Le pulled his lips again. That Prince has always been very good at talking. It hasn't changed at all. Yang Le put the teacup onto the saucer, he was about to raise his head again when Yu Ning continued.

"I like your little brother, and coincidentally, I'm still single, the young prince's age is enough right? I decided, will ask for his hand the next time I come back here, oh, even better, how about His Majesty take your little Brother to the Ma Pu palace, uh, oh that cutie, what was his name just now, Hong er,"