"He doesn't want Xuerong to enter the palace and marry the prince, but he wants to have a relationship with the third prince of the capital?" Xia Houfeng asked slowly, word by word.
"Yes."
"Is this prince not as good as the third prince of the capital?" Xia Houfeng glared, the veins on his forehead were exposed, he clenched his fists hard, his knuckles turned white, and he made a "clucking" sound.
"Your Highness the Crown Prince..." Qing didn't know how to comfort Xia Houfengli, let alone what to say.
Because the facts are indeed before our eyes[
In Lord Wei's eyes, it seems that the third prince of the capital is more worthy of entrusting Miss Wei with his life than His Highness the Crown Prince.
"Okay! Very good! He doesn't want to marry his daughter to this prince, right?"
I have been told to go down and prepare for the wedding. My prince will marry Wei Xuerong tomorrow! Remember to send someone to hurry up and tell this good news to my future father-in-law!"
"Your Highness, Your Highness?" Qing was frightened. After a long while, he stammered, "Your Highness, do you really want to marry... Miss Wei?"
"Do you think this prince is joking?" Xia Houfeng had a cold face and glanced at Qing Qing.
"No..." Qing shook his head hurriedly, "What I mean is that if His Royal Highness the Crown Prince marries Miss Wei, the Crown Princess will..."