That single tap echoed like a war drum inside Tianho's mind as Wujie leaned closer and said, "Really now? Should I drag Zetian here and let him confess himself? I don't mind torturing that half-baihu nephew of ours. You know very well that I never failed to extract truth from someone."
The fifth prince inhaled sharply but could not hold the act for long. He also motioned his bodyguard to step away.
A long sigh spilled from his lips as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Fine… fine," he muttered, lowering the scroll. "I proposed a betrothal between our little Mei and Lan Yichen. He is the grandson of Lan Yuxuan. You know Yuxuan's history. She descends from the Imperial Prince line. Her father married into a duke's family. Even if that house fell later, the blood remains noble. The boy is young, talented, and tied to multiple strong branches. And now that Lu Zhen is the dominion lord, the child's status will naturally rise. I felt it was a strong match."
