During the twelfth year of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty, winter.,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!”,Mother Lu was chattering away, using her chopsticks to constantly shovel food into Fang Jun's bowl, as if she were going to feed him directly.。