Aorong took a sip of tea and hid the sarcasm from the corner of his mouth, "Isn't this matter settled?"
"My father dislikes you for staying outside for two years without any reason, and your reputation has long been ruined... so he is not allowed to marry you into the palace." Qi Yufei's eyes were filled with malice, and she covered her mouth as if she had made a mistake, "My husband, he is doing his best.
I will work hard and believe that my father will eventually agree."
Aorong looked at her coy pretense and heard her thoughts that were changing over and over again. He sighed secretly in his heart and simply cooperated with her, "Dislike it?"
"Sister, don't get me wrong, it's not that I dislike him, it's my father who..." Qi Yufei hesitated, looking at a loss, and then comforted, "Don't take it to heart, my father is deeply loved and deeply responsible.
Ah, after all, the palace’s reputation is the most important thing.”
This woman kept saying these words over and over, just to convey several messages: First, King Mo Ting did not agree to this marriage; second, Fang Qian, your reputation has been ruined, don't dream of marrying into the prince's palace; if you are sensible, take the initiative not to marry; third,
The prince is willing to make the prince angry for you. You should also think about him and stop being with him.
In the past, Fang Qian would have been so ashamed that she would have wanted to use a rope to cut herself off. It was a pity that Aorong, who had changed his mind, ignored all this and ignored it.
Besides, she had no intention of marrying Mo Xuyao, so why would she care about this?
Aorong nodded and was extremely cooperative, "Your Majesty is very concerned. I understand that we should consider it carefully."
To be honest, she was happy to see King Mo Ting's reaction.
Instead, Qi Yufei opened her mouth wide and looked at her in shock. Why did she change her gender? "Aren't you angry?"
It shouldn't be like this. This girl should cry bitterly, should be heartbroken, should die to apologize, should kneel in front of her and beg for forgiveness. The thousands of scenarios she imagined did not appear, and she only got a faint smile.
Such a woman is hard to guess, and because she can't figure it out, she feels fear in her heart.
Aorong raised his eyebrows and leaned back on the chair with a relaxed expression, "What's there to be angry about? He did the right thing."
Qi Yufei probed worriedly, "Sister, are you saying something sarcastic?" Why was her reaction beyond her expectation? She didn't know how to respond.
"I don't dare." The smile on Aorong's lips became deeper and deeper, and things were getting more and more interesting. "Wang Mo Ting Yingming, I don't dare to say anything more."