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 young man seemed to realize that threatening him with death was ineffective. He couldn't help but grimace, pleading desperately: “Otherwise… could you please tell the Emperor Don’t make it Gao Yang, how about we choose a different one”,"You said your son, with so many people around, how could you say such words If it gets out, His Majesty will be furious! Besides, that girl Gao Yang, I think she's quite good. She has a good figure, is pretty, and comes from a noble family, even more favored by His Majesty, why don't you like her"。