Feng Shu only felt it was absurd!
An emotion that had never existed, a youthful memory that had long faded eleven years ago, and yet, the Princely Heir of an entire nation dared to pose such a preposterous question.
At the very moment she was about to be wed!
She had encountered confessions numerous times before. Through years of traversing across the lands, she had attracted the attention of many outstanding men. She would always make it clear to them—she was engaged, her fiancé was guarding the frontier, and he was the love of her life. She had also encountered men who persistently sought fleeting romance with her. To them, Feng Shu's methods were firm, severing all their unwarranted thoughts.
But the Crown Prince was different. He was the Princely Heir, the future ruler of Yanyang. She was his subject. Feng Shu wondered how she could sever this bond without harming the relationship between the royal family and the Marquis Mansion.
