At the age of sixty, Fang Xuanling, wearing his official robes, stood in the courtyard with his hands behind his back. He looked up at the snow-covered roof and wore a face full of worry.,The delicately prepared small dishes on the table couldn't entice his appetite at all. He felt like a huge stone was pressing down on his chest, so suffocating...,After some thought, I agreed with my son and continued, “This matter, I'm afraid it’s beyond your control. Lately, Your Majesty has been quite upset over that Clan Chronicle. It is said that Princess Shen, who compiled it, ranked the Cui clan as the first among all clans, and there are rumors that the Five Clans and Seven Sects wanted to maintain their pure bloodlines and would not marry into the imperial family… Your Majesty is very displeased. If you were to stir up another such commotion now, what do you think your Majesty would think Well, the Five Clans and Seven Sects look down upon our Li royal family, and your Fang family does too Think about it, can this possibly work”。