Princess Rong sat down gracefully again, "Recently, I've had a bit of a disagreement with him, which is not a good thing, so I want to reconcile with him. Naturally, this means finding a time when we can speak alone."
Yang Zhan relaxed his tense shoulders slightly and said, "Can't you talk in the aforementioned places?"
"Certainly not." Princess Rong glanced at him, "You know very well those ones are relentlessly pestering your father recently."
The illegitimate son born of the concubine has already grown up and recently gave Prince Rong a grandson, and this son has entered the Clan Court to work. Step by step, it indeed troubles Yang Zhan, the Princely Heir.
He then said, "Then the ancestral temple is the only place."
"Ancestral temple?"
"Yes." Yang Zhan nodded, "Father is a filial man, deeply reverent towards our ancestors, as you are well aware."
Before she could speak again, he quickly added, "I really have other matters to attend to, so I will take my leave!"
