"Empress, I apologize to you and to Yu'er..."
"No!" A tender yellow figure burst in. "Father, mother, I do not want to marry the Ghost King! Make me not marry him!"
"Yu'er..." Seeing her daughter with tear-streaked face, Duanmu Qing's heart ached. She immediately struggled out of Longze Yu's embrace, holding Longze Yu'er in her arms, "Yu'er, mother will never let you marry him! You will not be used to boost his luck!"
"Foolish!" Upon hearing Duanmu Qing's "nonsense", Longze Yu rebuked, "So as to save Yu'er, are you going to abandon the people of Xiqi Country!"
"Father, why must it be me?" After hearing Longze Yu's words, Longze Yu'er stood up instantly.
"Father can confer the title of Princess to a minister's daughter, let her replace Yu'er! There were precedents before, right? Why must I be married off! Beizhou merely needs a princess and did not mention that it has to be a princess of royal blood!"
