Zhan Lan solemnly said, "Big brother, if the legitimate eldest son of the Zhan Family becomes the Prince Consort, you will lose some of your military power. Have you thought about father?"
Zhan Hui stared at Zhan Lan in shock; he had never expected a fourteen-year-old girl to have such insight.
On the surface, Emperor Xuanwu was letting him marry the princess, but in actuality, it was to weaken the strength of the Zhan Family Army.
Zhan Lan gravely asked, "Moreover, what if I say that this portion of military power might fall into Zhan Peng's hands? What then, big brother?"
Finally, Zhan Hui spoke, "If Zhan Peng has my portrait sent to the Grand Princess, his intentions are indeed sinister!"
"How did you come to know of this?" Zhan Hui urgently asked.