Li Xianyun feigned anger, removing her soft arm from around Yelu Yan's neck with a solemn expression. "Tell me, what's going on between you and the Southern Commandery Princess?"
Yelu Yan knew she was humoring him but still played along. "The Southern Commandery Princess came to tell your husband that the Ninth Prince is planning a rebellion."
"So, you're going to marry her?"
"How could that be? It's just idle gossip."
"But you didn't stop it either."
Yelu Yan was skilled in controlling information, and if he wished, not even half a word would leak to the outside world, thus he must have some cunning plan in mind this time.
Yelu Yan raised his hand to lightly scrape her high and beautiful nose with a laugh, "It's better to remove the root of the problem than to try to quell the symptoms. Rather than having her lurk around us with malicious intentions, it's better to let her give up entirely, saving you the trouble."