"Father, I disagree," Li Mingjue furrowed his brows, his tone firm as he refused in the Imperial Study Room.
Li Tianze had not expected this reaction from him.
"Although Princess Lingya hails from Tulan, she is genuinely sincere toward you."
He paced with his hands behind his back, his expression grim, "For this political marriage, Tulan has shown full sincerity. Do none of these move your heart?"
Although he too was reluctant to marry his son to a foreign woman, Tulan was willing to cede thirteen cities and ten thousand taels of gold.
This grand gesture, even he had to consider carefully.
Li Mingjue hung his head but did not waver: "Father, your son will not marry Princess Lingya."
"Why?" Seeing his obstinate refusal, Li Tianze also grew somewhat irate.
Was it just for that foolish Qi Yu?
In his eyes, Qi Yu was nowhere worthy of being the Prince's Consort.
She was merely a concubine from the Prime Minister Residence, offering no benefit whatsoever to his son.
