Ye Yiheng cupped his hands in respect, "Father Emperor, your son once said that among all under heaven, only Leng Yu Yan is fit to be the Crown Princess Consort."
The Emperor slapped the table, "You don't care about your face as the Crown Prince, but I, as the Emperor, still value mine!"
His voice carried an authority that brooked no opposition.
He would never allow a notoriously illegitimate daughter to become his daughter-in-law!
Seemingly oblivious to the Emperor's displeasure, Ye Yiheng calmly stated, "What your son has said holds true in the past, holds true now, and will hold true in the future."
The imperial majesty must not be violated, yet this son dared to confront him over a woman.
The sharp gaze of the Emperor narrowed, his face growing ever darker.
As he watched Ye Yiheng's unflustered demeanor, the Emperor's eyes brimmed with seething anger. He casually grasped the inkstone at his side and hurled it at Ye Yiheng's forehead.