Emperor Xuanjing curved his lips slightly, "So, Xinxin, do you think she can fulfill the role of Consort Yi?"
"Your Majesty, to be honest, Wei Yao's background isn't high enough to meet the demands of the Imperial Family, but there's nothing we can do—Yi Wang isn't allergic to her," Yang Ruxin shrugged. "There might be someone more suitable for Yi Wang, but who knows when we'll find that person? Your Majesty wouldn't want Yi Wang to be single forever, or worse, end up liking men, right?"
Emperor Xuanjing took a sharp breath; this was exactly what he feared.
"There's one more thing, though it might not be quite appropriate to say."
"Go ahead and say it," Emperor Xuanjing waved his hand, "You have my pardon."
