At Su Qiao's words, Su Yuxin pictured the scene in the imperial harem of countless women competing for one man's favor. Her expression grew even uglier. "That won't happen. He promised me he would marry only me."
Su Qiao shook her head, looking completely unfazed. "Heh, in a man's eyes, women are nothing more than embellishments and amusements. When power is involved, a mere woman means even less. Stop daydreaming."
"Besides, are you really this nervous about him entirely because you love him? I doubt it!"
"If he weren't a Prince, but merely a peddler or laborer on the street, or just a Shop Assistant, or even an ordinary farmer who spent his days facing the earth with his back to the sky, would you still be this nervous about him?"
Su Yuxin would not allow anyone to sully her love. "What would a vulgar person with such feudal thinking like you know? How could power and money compare with feelings?"
"In my heart, he is the most important person. I love him for who he is, not for his identity, and certainly not for his power or status. Even if he were just an ordinary peddler or laborer, I would still love him."
After saying that, Su Yuxin no longer wanted to deal with this foolish ancient woman. She turned and ran, but just as she reached the courtyard gate, she ran straight into her personal maid, who was hurrying over with the Fourth Prince.
As it turned out, after leaving Su Qiao's courtyard, Xi Muyan had gone to see Su Yuxin, only to hear from her personal maid that she had come to Su Qiao's courtyard—and that it was because of him.
"Second Miss..."
"Muyan!"
"Is what she said true? Will you listen to the Emperor and marry