Fu Yuanfeng, with a face full of rage, defended himself fiercely, "Empress Mother, I truly adore Bing Yi. Why can't I marry her? Moreover, I've promised Bing Yi the position of First Consort. In what way have I wronged her in the slightest?"
"First Consort?"
Xue Pin scoffed scornfully, berating him as if he were disappointing, "Even that First Consort position of yours isn't fit for Bing Yi—let alone match the Empress Mother. I fear even Marquis Zhenbei finds the rank of your First Consort worthless. Tell me, what use is your position of First Consort to the entire Marquis Zhenbei Mansion? If you married Bing Yi, what kind of environment could you provide for her?"
Being belittled like this by his own birth mother was more than anyone could bear.
Fu Yuanfeng, known for his explosive temper, retorted, "The moment I ascend the Dragon Throne, Bing Yi will be my Empress. What could Marquis Zhenbei possibly object to?"
