Su Qiao patted his back comfortingly. "There's nothing to be sorry for. This was my own decision and idea."
"You only need to be happy. Being carefree princes is pretty nice too. We can even travel around and enjoy the scenery."
"Thank you." Qi Jinghe's eyes grew slightly moist.
For the sake of his insistence, she could even give up the throne, yet not long ago, he had still doubted her sincerity.
He had even gotten angry with her over Young Master Guo from the county magistrate's household.
"Don't be like that. Why are you being so polite with me?"
He was her man. Saying thank you was simply too distant.
The next moment, Su Qiao, who had been pinned beneath him, realized that she had been overthinking this whole "being distant" business.
"Then I won't hold back."
Qi Jinghe flashed a wicked smile and began enjoying the feast.
Only a few days after Su Qiao's family had settled down, Great Jin sent an envoy to discuss the matter of seeking peace.
Afraid of frightening Little Yue'er, Su Qiao took only her man with her to the palace for the banquet.
Both of them wore formal attire with black as the base, red trim, and embroidered golden patterns.
One was tall and handsome, while the other was petite and exquisite. One had a cool, detached air, while the other wore a lazy smile at the corners of his lips.
The moment they entered the hall, they drew everyone's attention.
The two of them looked straight ahead, stepped forward to salute the Empress, and then, guided by a female official, took their seats to the Empress's left.
Who the hell had said that the Little Prince was ugly and lecherous, illiterate, and vulgar?
Apart from being a tiny bit short, his