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.,What the hell do you think you are, a princess of the Tang Dynasty,He also knew it would be difficult to get the emperor to revoke his decree, but the problem was if he really married Princess GaoYang as fate had planned, he would definitely kill her to prevent being cuckolded on some dark and stormy night...。