"Sorry, Your Majesty, but I already have someone I like." Zhao Zilong immediately refused. Although Xue Ke was quite beautiful, Zhao Zilong had no desire to become a prince consort. Especially with people involved in politics—their hearts were all filthy. And if he truly became a prince consort, there would be many times when he could not act as he wished.
Besides, once he became a prince consort, would it not be even more troublesome if they set a whole bunch of rules and restrictions for him?
In truth, when Xue Ye refused to hand the Haihan Qiankun Cover over to him, Zhao Zilong had already abandoned the idea of openly obtaining the Haihan Qiankun Cover from him.
After all, the Haihan Qiankun Cover was a national treasure of the Heaven Dou Empire. Since Xue Ye was unwilling to award it to him now and could even go back on the promise he had made, Zhao Zilong naturally had no intention of continuing to waste time in the Heaven Dou Empire. Since Xue Ye would not give it to him in the end anyway, there was no need to waste his feelings here.
He could only turn his attention to Xue Qinghe. Zhao Zilong knew that Xue Qinghe was Qian Renxue, and Spirit Hall had always harbored plans to usurp the Heaven Dou Empire. Since there was no way to make Xue Ye hand over the Haihan Qiankun Cover openly, he could only ask Bibi Dong for help.
As for Xue Ke, once Spirit Hall controlled the Heaven Dou Empire in the future, she would merely be a decorative princess. If he wanted her, he could take her whenever he pleased.
These thoughts flashed rapidly through Zhao Zilong's mind. Meng Yiran beside him clearly had not thought as much as