Receiving a subtle hint from Chu Feiyan, Chu Minghao offered a faint smile.
He looked at Feng Yexuan and said, "Prince Xuan, this Prince is preparing to bid farewell to your Emperor and return to Nanming. Therefore, I shall not beat around the bush. Before I leave, I wish to clarify a few matters with you."
Feng Yexuan remained silent, merely gesturing with his hand, signaling Chu Minghao to proceed.
This attitude was still somewhat impolite.
However, given that he had been unconscious for several days and had only recently awakened, speaking might even be a struggle for him.
Therefore, Chu Minghao decided not to dwell on it.
Chu Minghao composed his expression and said sincerely, "Prince Xuan, my sister..."
He glanced at Chu Feiyan, who immediately lowered her head, her face flushed with embarrassment.
He wondered if Brother Yexuan was looking at her too; he probably was. She desperately wanted to look up at him, but now, she dared not.
She was too shy.
Chu Minghao withdrew his gaze and looked up, only to find Feng Yexuan drinking tea, his eyes devoid of any curiosity.
Chu Minghao couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
It seemed Prince Xuan had no interest in his sister whatsoever.
However, in the face of national affairs, what were matters of the heart?
Even if he didn't like her, as long as there were mutual benefits to be gained, Prince Xuan would likely not refuse.
Thus, Chu Minghao continued, "Feiyan truly likes you, Prince Xuan..."
"Brother!" Chu Feiyan's face burned, so embarrassed she wished she could disappear into the ground.
Yet, she also yearned to look up and see Feng Yexuan's reaction.
Oh, how mortifying!
"Heh. While a young lady may be shy, her intentions are genuine."
Chu Minghao offered a smile that didn't reach his eyes.
Feng Yexuan showed no hint of pleasure. Faced with such a cold demeanor, Chu Minghao found it impossible to maintain his smile.
He decided to get straight to the point: "My father has always admired Prince Xuan and wishes to meet you personally."
"My accompanying Feiyan to Nanming this time is twofold. Firstly, it is upon my father's command, hoping to forge a friendship with Prince Xuan. Secondly,"
He stared intently at Feng Yexuan. "Secondly, it is to facilitate a marriage between you, Prince, and my sister, Feiyan."
The great hall fell silent.
Chu Feiyan stopped even pretending to be shy, holding her breath, waiting!
She was anxious, worried, excited, and yet, flustered.
Would Brother Yexuan reject her brother's direct proposal?
Or would he readily agree?
"Prince Xuan, although my sister can be a bit willful, she has been gentle and kind since childhood and will undoubtedly be a virtuous wife and loving mother in the future."
"As for my father, he has doted on Feiyan since she was young. My father has even stated that whoever becomes his son-in-law in the future, he will cherish and protect him as he would his own son."
"The son-in-law's interests are naturally the same as his son's. My father will spare no effort to assist any son-in-law he considers his own."
With such clear implications, Prince Xuan should understand.
As long as he married Feiyan, if Prince Xuan desired the throne of Beiming in the future, Prince Yu would offer his full support!
Feng Yexuan looked at Chu Minghao, and Chu Minghao looked back at him.
Chu Feiyan, the very person being discussed for marriage, seemed to have been forgotten.
After an indeterminate amount of time, Feng Yexuan finally spoke faintly, "Does His Highness the Crown Prince intend to propose marriage to this King?"
Chu Feiyan's heart pounded, almost leaping from her throat.
Chu Minghao's heart stirred, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. Prince Xuan was relenting.
He quickly said, "Precisely! Does Your Highness agree?"