After San Na left, Fuhan stepped into the hall as he walked towards Mo Ying, who was now seated on the chair, his hands massaging his temples.
"They want you to marry the Prime Minister's second daughter… it's obviously a scheme to control you, young master."
Mo Ying nodded. "Yes… but they think they are smart. They want me to marry the Prime Minister's daughter, but the emperor never specified which one."
Fuhan's eyes widened slightly. "Don't tell me you are going to…"
"Marry his third daughter? Yes, yes, I am," Mo Ying said with a sigh.
"His second daughter is directly from his first wife. If I marry her, he would use this marriage as a hook over me. But if I marry his third daughter, who is from his second concubine, which happens to bear a relationship with the Empress's family… she would be on my side."
