Moreover, Xia Zeming had been appointed as the Imperial Marshal, at the height of his prominence, making him hard to ignore.
"It's like wanting an amulet."
"But that amulet is too significant and not a suitable one. If relations become tense, it's not easy to defuse," Countess Ingrid analyzed reasonably. "Moreover, it's hard to get rid of. Carrying it around is like handling a hot potato."
Clive, gracefully slicing his honey-glazed ribs, said nonchalantly, "Xia Huangyu is still okay, the most suitable to be an amulet. His lower status means the Cosmic Fleet won't have any reservations, and only the grandson of the Marshal's family can keep them in check."
Ingrid, realizing this too, acknowledged that her status and Clive's as a Prince were different, as were their perspectives. For her, Xia Huangyu's status was too high, but for Clive, it was just right.
"You've thought this through."
