Haitang’s words made Fan Xian feel very good and very powerful. This young man and woman shared a single blanket and spoke quietly under the moonlight of such moving things. It was difficult for it to not become explicit with a powerful and clichéd ending.
However, Fan Xian was not surprised. He also didn’t hide under the bed in fright, nor did he leap at her. He only sincerely and seriously replied to her, “Very good, we can discuss the wedding date.”
This was his reply to the question of ‘what if I married you…’, so now it was Haitang’s turn to be shocked. She had a strong sense of being caught in her own trap. She knew very well that she had once again underestimated the shamelessness and black heartedness under Fan Xian’s gentle exterior.
She chuckled and lowered her head. Complaining in her heart, how could she have just spouted such a line?
In her interactions with Fan Xian this past year, they had long nurtured a relationship that surpassed friendship and was closer to that tacit understanding like that of family. Fan Xian looked at her expression and knew what she was thinking. His eyebrow raised and he said, smilingly, “That empress dowager of yours.”
“That Emperor of yours.” Haitang raised her face and continued it with a smile.
“That baldy of yours.” Fan Xian continued seriously.
Haitang tilted her head slightly, “Your identity.”
“And your identity,” Fan Xian said with a slight smile.
These few random sentences already clearly laid out the obstacles and problems running between them. In the relationship between men and women, what was important was to be of one heart and mind. Although the two of them had never exchanged sweet or loving words, with the moonlight as witness, they had already thoroughly figured out the other person’s thoughts.
There were countless mediocre people in the world. As for a rare confidant in this world of mortals, who would be willing to lightly miss it or give it up?
The problem was that the Qing Emperor would not want Fan Xian to have the outside support of the Northern Qi Tianyi Dao, which was a powerful force, while he already held such great power. While the dowager empress of the Northern Qi had been urgently looking for a matching household for Haitang, it was impossible for her to allow Haitang to handle it herself.
The respective position of Fan Xian and Haitang in their own countries ensured that if they decided to break this current situation and publicly stand shoulder to shoulder, they would both face unimaginable pressure.
The South Kingdom was a bit easier to deal with, even if the Qing Emperor did not like Fan Xian receiving more foreign support. Given the Emperor’s great self-confidence, he would likely think to use this opportunity to further weaken Northern Qi’s strength. Fan Xian could use this as an excuse to persuade his father.
In the eyes of the people of Qing Kingdom, Fan Xian marrying Haitang was a joyful matter that would earn the Qing people a great deal of face, and it was something they had the advantage in. Who wouldn’t be willing?
The objections from Northern Qi would be quite fierce. The officials, who always self-defined themselves as orthodox, would not be able to accept that the pride of their country, the saint Haitang, one of the Tianmai beings, would marry a Southern savage they held in contempt deep in their hearts. Not only would they not accept, the empress dowager and Ku He would both prevent this matter from happening.
In exchanging students, there was room for discussion on both sides. In a matter of marrying out a girl, it was clear that the Northern Qi people were suffering a loss. How could they agree?
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Joy of Life / Qing Yu Nian - Part 3
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