Beiming Yi lowered his head and murmured, "Murong Yi? Isn't that your father's name? How can you directly address him..."
"What I mean is, even if my future partner is chosen by Murong Yi, I won't marry. In your eyes, he is the revered Lanyue Emperor, but to me, there's not much affection. Between him and me, I don't even have a closer relationship than with Grandpa Shui. He hasn't raised me for a single day, and I haven't eaten a single grain of the Royal Family's food. What right does he have to dictate my future? So, if you want to walk that path, I advise you to give up early."
Murong Xue's disdainful look deeply provoked Beiming Yi, making him feel she had no manners or upbringing. The goodwill accumulated earlier completely disappeared with this sentence: "To think that Princess Yunxi is so conceited, do you really think this prince must marry you?"
