Ye Anqi spoke indifferently, "It's me. Ya Shitian, I didn't expect you to announce the wedding date directly."
She had already rejected him, but he still wouldn't give up.
It was evident how much he valued having heirs.
Indeed, since he couldn't have children before, he must have been very upset. After all, someone had to carry on his legacy; otherwise, what was all his hard work for?
He wouldn't want his efforts to benefit someone else after his death, would he?
Now that he had found a woman who could bear him children, he naturally wouldn't let her go.
Giving her a title was just a way to have more descendants.
She found such a status unappealing.
Ya Shitian's voice was low, "I said I would marry you."
"But you don't love me."
"Who says I don't love you? Ye Anqi, I love you," Ya Shitian suddenly declared.
Ye Anqi was slightly taken aback.
Then, her heart sneered coldly.
He certainly had a way with sweet nothings.
"You love me, but I don't love you."
