"Speak," Chen Feng said, standing with his arms folded behind him, maintaining a distance from Tuoba Yu.
Tuoba Yu sniffled before replying, "Then I'll speak the truth, you can't get angry."
"What do you mean? Speak if you want, I'm leaving otherwise."
Chen Feng turned to leave.
"Wait," Tuoba Yu said anxiously.
She felt a surge of guilt and discomfort for suddenly entering the palace.
"Then speak quickly, so as not to be misunderstood," Chen Feng said.
Tuoba Yu paused before whispering, "Alright, I'll speak. The truth is, I can't keep up with you. I'm over forty, more than halfway through life. To be frank, I don't think I'm good enough for you, and you probably won't ever give me a title. That's one thing.
Secondly, His Majesty can offer me a title, a prestigious status. I also admire his divine martial prowess—power is indeed the most glorious adornment. I feel happy and carefree following him.
