“Your Highness, are you saying that the Eighth Prince has sought the Imperial Noble Consort to ask for He Lian Wei Rui?” Mu Xi Yao’s eyes widened, her long lashes fluttering as she gazed at the person, caught off guard by the sudden development.

Would Zong Zheng Han, without any apparent reason, ask for a woman well-known for her admiration for Zong Zheng Lin? Mu Xi Yao was quite skeptical of his limited broad-mindedness. That man, the mere thought of whom made her uncomfortable, wouldn’t consider accepting He Lian Wei Rui unless there were sufficient benefits. He was not the type to suffer a disadvantage or to appear inferior to Zong Zheng Lin in the eyes of others without justification.