"A prostitute, once dead, is dead.
Who would care about what happens to a prostitute?
But Qi Changrong said, "No! I cannot lose Lankou!"
He was very certain, then became panic-stricken, as if merely the thought of losing Lankou was a terrifying prospect!
"How could Lankou die? How could she possibly die? Brother Li, don't speak such ominous words."
He glared at Sang Jue, his demeanor very serious.
Through their time together, Sang Jue had come to know that Qi Changrong was not a man to put on princely airs, and rarely spoke harshly to anyone. The fact that he would make such a request was indeed rare.
This underscored Lankou's importance to him.
What a lovesick soul.
And seeing how infatuated Qi Wuya was with Sister, it was clear indeed.
Could it be that the Beiqi Royal Family had a penchant for breeding romantics?
"Alright."
Sang Jue immediately admitted his fault: "I spoke carelessly, and I hope Your Highness can forgive me."
