Hearing this, Prince Ping stiffened and his lips quivered, wanting to say something but uncertain of how to phrase it, unwilling to lose face.
Xiao Yeyang didn’t want to get entangled with Prince Ping over such trivial matters, and cut straight to the point: "I know you find me annoying, and I don’t want to come back either, but I was called back by the emperor’s uncle today. I’m about to marry, and the emperor’s uncle said that I should inform you."
Prince Ping was shocked by the news, "What did you say? You’re getting married? To whom?"
Xiao Yeyang glanced at him, "The eldest daughter of the Vice Minister Yan from the Ministry of Revenue."
It took a while for Prince Ping to recall who the Vice Minister Yan was: "You mean Yan Zhigao who just arrived in the capital?"
Xiao Yeyang nodded, "Exactly."
Prince Ping immediately shook his head, "No, I do not agree. The Empress Dowager mentioned Jiang Wanying to me, thinking of betrothing her to you, and I had already agreed. I was just looking for an opportunity to discuss it with my imperial brother."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Yeyang’s expression darkened, and he burst out angrily, "What right have you to decide my marriage matters?"
Prince Ping was beside himself with anger, "I am your father!"
Xiao Yeyang scoffed, "Father? You remember now that you are a father? When have you ever been involved in my affairs? When have you ever fulfilled the duties of a father? Now that I’ve grown up, you start meddling in my marriage affairs—on what basis?"
Prince Ping was at a loss for words, stunned, unable to think of a retort for a moment.
Xiao Yeyang calmed his emotions, and after thinking calmly, realized that the Empress Dowager’s intention to betroth Jiang Wanying to him must have been discussed privately with his father, which was not yet certain. After understanding this, he looked apathetically towards Prince Ping.
"I won’t marry Jiang Wanying. If you truly agreed with the Empress Dowager, then you can marry her yourself, or have one of your other sons marry her."
"Moreover, I am determined to marry the Yan Family’s eldest daughter. I did not seek your approval, I am merely informing you of this news. If you agree, I’ll remember your kindness; if you insist on disagreeing, then I will have no choice but to be adopted out. I suppose, with my current abilities, there would be some relatives who would want me."
"Wasn’t your initial support for the Ma Family and their son to tell everyone your title isn’t solely inheritable by me? Well, now I don’t necessarily need you as a father."
Looking at Xiao Yeyang’s resolute face, Prince Ping’s rage flared, and at the same time, the silhouette of another equally resolute figure flashed through his mind. Trembling, he pointed at Xiao Yeyang, "You... Are you threatening me?"
Xiao Yeyang sneered and shook his head, "I know you have Xiao Yechen. How dare I threaten you? It’s merely stating a fact." Having said that, he proceeded to leave.
In this position, Xiao Yeyang walked up to Xiao Yechen; one standing, the other kneeling, they appeared from afar as if Xiao Yechen were confessing and apologizing to Xiao Yeyang. freeωebnovēl.c૦m
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