Jiang Ning couldn't help but laugh: "According to Your Highness the Crown Prince, it's a grievance for the Silla Princess to become a young and handsome Crown Prince's concubine, but not a grievance for her to become the wife of an old and frail Emperor?"
"Thank you for your compliment." Li Hongyuan said indifferently.
"I'm just stating the facts."
"I don't care."
"What?" Jiang Ning tilted her head and looked at him, suddenly realizing, "Oh, Your Highness means it doesn't matter to you whether you marry her as a concubine?"
"Do you mind?" Li Hongyuan asked her.
"Whether I mind or not, it won't affect the overall situation." Jiang Ning smiled.
"Her Highness the Princess Consort is too modest."
"Can the affairs between the two countries really depend on my preferences?"
"No."
"Well, then." Jiang Ning hugged a small hand stove and looked through the increasingly heavy snow at the approaching Silla carriages not far away.
The carriages slowly came to a stop.