"I can't let go of the glory and riches of the palace, nor can I let go of my mother, and even more so, the glory of being a prince," Xiahou Qi said with a bitter smile. "But Ling Yue, I will not give up on you. The position of my official wife will always belong only to you."
Xiahou Qi is indeed an honest man. He is not selfish; he will make a good emperor and a good son, but he is just not a good lover.
"Xiahou Qi, my answer is also always the same; I will not marry you." Ye Lingyue felt she had already made it abundantly clear to Xiahou Qi, especially lately, since the Empress is pregnant, she likely has no time to worry about the matrimonial matters of the Sixth Prince.
Seeing Ye Lingyue's resolute attitude, Xiahou Qi no longer wished to persist.
"Ling Yue, I only ask you this. Do you refuse me because of... Prince Feng?" Xiahou Qi pondered.
Feng Xun?
Ye Lingyue was momentarily startled upon hearing the name Feng Xun, losing her composure for an instant.
