He said, “Don’t marry Prince Rosen, choose another man.”.
Fu Xiyao’s slender feathers trembled, and her beautiful eyes fell on his handsome face.
Ling limu curled his thin lips, and his low and mellow voice echoed faintly in the quiet carriage, magnetic and pleasant to the ear, “Perhaps this man can’t give you the same honor as the princess consort at this stage, and you need to give up a lot to be with him. But unlike your ivory tower marriage with Prince Rosen, Prince Rosen is burdened with a feudal religion. No matter how powerful his identity is, he will eventually yield to you. But this man can work hard for you to climb to a higher position that matches you, so that you can live a truly free and unrestrained life by his side.”
Fu Xiyao felt her heart thumping wildly all of a sudden. She had to admit that the man beside her had shocked, stunned, confused, and deeply tempted her.
She had also thought about choosing another life.
