Wang Ling was stunned when Gu Jun's words, "Get married in two years?"

Gu Jun looked straight, "That's right, the little girl has not yet been in the forefront. Besides, because of the resignation of the marriage, she vomited blood and was injuring her body and needed to rest. We plan to let her leave this sad Uighur State for two years to recuperate. If the emperor can agree, the marriage will be done. If it fails, please forgive me. The Gu family cannot agree to this marriage."

Wang Ling has never seen such a brave person. Isn’t this plucking hair on the emperor’s head and living impatiently?

Can you still go to a banquet by the river if you are injured?

Think I'm a fool?

However, Wang Ling did not think that the Gu family had the intention to agree to the marriage, so he was afraid that he would refuse the marriage by retreating to advance.

He had to go back and reply, anyway, he had tried his best.

Wang Ling did not think that the emperor would agree to this condition.

The Donghai Prince's Mansion was still silent. Wang Ling stepped into the door with anxiety. After the doorman reported it, Mu Bu, the head of the royal palace, came to greet him in person and said respectfully: "Wang Taiwei Jiuhou, the prince is waiting for you, please come in."

Mubu has high eyebrows and deep eyes, and his light blue eyes look very strange. He is a child born to a Chinese and a Han girl from the Qiu Muling clan.

These Hu Nu were deeply disliked by the Han people, but it was not easy for Mubu to be the chief minister of the Donghai Prince's Mansion as a Hu people.

"I'm sorry, Chief Mu." Wang Ling was neither close nor distant to Mubu, so he treated him as Chief Prince.

Mubu Shaoyan nodded slightly and led the way, walked through the vestibule, walked around the screen wall, and walked onto the corridor for a cup of tea before he arrived at the imperial uncle's study.

The guard wearing a sword outside the study door stood sternly, with his eyes full of murderous aura. Wang Ling was also from a military family and still felt a little creepy.

Mubu came in and reported, "Lord, the Prince Wang has arrived."

"Enter."

Wang Ling heard the familiar and unfamiliar cold tone through the door, subconsciously straightened his spine and tidied up his clothes, and then walked in.

The King of Donghai, who was in a long robe, stood facing the window and turned his back to him. From his angle, he could only see his side face as sharp as a blade. He withdrew his gaze and saluted respectfully, "I pay homage to Grand Sima."

Without receiving a response from King Donghai, Wang Ling took a breath and continued: "Gu Sikong proposed a condition that it would take two years to get married. If the Grand Sima responded, the marriage would be done."

The room was still quiet, but Wang Ling felt a little cold and thought that the Grand Sima was afraid of being annoyed. Just as he was thinking about carefully debunking, he heard the Grand Sima speak, "Why?"

"Because of retiring from the relationship, vomiting blood, and the body needs to be recuperated, I probably want to have a girl in Uighur Prefecture." Wang Ling replied according to the truth.

The breath in the room seemed to be even colder, and Wang Ling's palm was covered with sweat. Is the emperor agreeing or not?

"Fuzhou?"

Wang Ling seemed to chuckle as he heard the emperor's uncle, but disappeared in an instant, making him wonder if he had heard it awkwardly.

"I heard that Girl Gu is good at needlework and has made sachets to refresh and meditate."

Wang Ling was confused, but he understood one thing, the emperor's uncle actually agreed to the two-year wedding date!

This... is really unexpected. He thought that the emperor's uncle would inevitably be so angry that he scolded the Gu family, but he even mentioned the sachet of Gu's sachet...

It's so strange.

Wang Ling naturally wanted to review the family message and bent down to leave. As soon as he left, Song Fengyu raised his hand, staring at a somewhat faded sachet in his palm with his black and cold eyes.
Chapter completed!