He was of a sturdy build with thick eyebrows and large eyes. His youthful face, which still held a hint of immaturity, seemed to be no more than fifteen or sixteen years old. He wore a thin robe, his figure was not particularly imposing, but solid and broad-shouldered.,Fang Xuanling was so angry that his beard bristled. He glared fiercely at his second son: “This is a marriage bestowed by His Majesty, how dare you, a young fool, refuse You are putting the imperial dignity to shame! Moreover, marrying Princess Shang is an honor beyond measure. You actually reject it, it's simply outrageous!”,He felt a wave of dizziness wash over him, his vision blurring. His heart screamed silently: God, can I die again。