He did not understand just how beautiful that girl was to make his son, who had always been a respectful child, go to such an extent!
Murong Qing pursed his lips. "Father, I just don't want to force her to do something she doesn't like to do."
"You..." The emperor was shocked. He slammed the table and said, "Qing'er, you've grown up, and you should get married. We'll find a suitable girl for you, and we'll prepare the wedding."
"Father!"
Murong Qing's face turned pale, looking at the emperor with disbelief in his eyes.
The emperor frowned. "You are a prince. I have never asked you to marry any officer's daughter, but that girl must at least be a good woman who can help you, not destroy your life. Do you understand?"
He was already considered a very enlightened father, never forcing him to marry prestigious families' daughters.
After all, even the girls from those families were not all very good.
