Fu Qi Hong sat up straight on the bench on which he was resting. He looked at Mo Qiang deeply before asking, "So is this the reason you avoid ? Because I am a prince. If my title is what makes you troubled, then I don't mind giving it up."
For Fu Qi Hong, his title never ant anything to him. Though it did bring him a lot of comfort and helped him in paving a smooth life, Fu Qi Hong knew how much trouble it brought to him as well. He could never live a day without worrying about being stalked.
Wasn't it because the won and n wanted to climb high and beco consorts of the imperial family?
Fu Qi Hong, of course, had no such thoughts where he would believe that a woman or man would love him for what he was. He knew that either it would be his beauty or his status. But as long as they were willing to treat him well, he was willing to give them a chance.
But who was willing to do that? Though they handed him gifts and said flowery words, Fu Qi Hong could easily charm them and make them blurt out all of their secrets. So wanted to marry him because they wanted to send money to their family and help them rise higher, while so wanted to marry him because they wanted to use his body and then break the silly little oath of not marrying any other r.
So wanted to marry him and then poison him to death so that they could take over all his properties.
It was either beauty, money, or title.
No matter how many tis he t with soone, this evil cycle never stopped.
So, for Fu Qi Hong, this worry of Mo Qiang was like a fresh breeze.
A woman who cared about her family and not about money or climbing higher certainly couldn't be a bad woman. He once again patted himself on the back for choosing the right woman this ti around.
If there was a tail, Fu Qi Hong was sure that it would be pointing to the sky with how happy and proud he was feeling at that mont.
Mo Qiang, on the other hand, was filled with shock and horror. If Fu Qi Hong was to let go of his title because of her, she was sure that the empress would peel a layer of her skin off her body. No—but why was this r willing to give up on his title for her?
"Your highness, I am not worth it."
"Miss Mo," Fu Qi Hong held a calming hand and interrupted Mo Qiang. "Loving or liking soone is not about seeing whether they are worth it or not. In your eyes, you might be worthless but in my eyes, you are worth every single sacrifice that I will have to make for the sake of getting you."
He raised his head and smiled at Mo Qiang softly, "Because I like you, Miss Mo. As long as you are willing to give an honest chance, I will leave my palace on my knees one step at a ti if I have to—"
The rest of his words were swallowed back in his throat as Mo Qiang placed her hand on his mouth. With the other hand covering her face that was blushing so hard that she could feel steam coming out of her ears, she said to Fu Qi Hong, "You don't have to do such a thing for , Your Highness."
She always thought that Fu Qi Hong found her actions novel and upsetting because she was the only woman who had refused to agree to his proposal. Mo Qiang thus never believed that Fu Qi Hong truly liked her; he was only chasing after what she would call novelty.
Or maybe he was just too cautious and touchy about being taken advantage of by her.
Only now did she realise that it was her whose understanding was too shallow.
Fu Qi Hong didn't chase after her because he wanted her to take responsibility or because his ego was hurt by her rejections. He truly wanted to be with her.
Seeing Mo Qiang blush, Fu Qi Hong was even more satisfied. His sister told him that sotis even a r needed to take a step forward and court the woman he liked. Though Fu Qi Hong believed it was nonsense, only now he realised that it was because he never t a woman he wanted to chase after.
Thus, he found it annoying to lower his head in front of any woman or man. But now that he knew that he truly liked Mo Qiang, Fu Qi Hong had no sha in saying such sweet words that would make Mo Qiang fall for him even harder.
"I am speaking the truth," Pulling down her hand from his mouth, he softened his voice and mimicked the actions of the r in the romance movie that he was watching last night. "I really care for you; if my title and status are what are holding you back, then I don't mind leaving everything behind for you."
The more he thought about it, the more Fu Qi Hong thought that his words made sense. Presently, if he were to stay as a prince, he wouldn't be able to marry Mo Qiang. As a prince, his position would not allow it to happen. Since that was the case, he might as well let go of this status; at least that way, he didn't have to worry about not being able to marry Mo Qiang!
Without the title of prince, who would care about him marrying as a concubine? Even his father wouldn't be able to say anything.
Fu Sh Yan: That's because he would be shocked to death by you.
Fu Qi Hong, of course, had not thought things through; he could only think of one thing and that was his marriage to Mo Qiang! As long as he could get married to Mo Qiang, Fu Qi Hong did not care about anything else.
He raised his head and looked at Mo Qiang with a smile on his lips. He asked, "What do you say, Miss Mo? Should I give up on my status and marry you?"
Mo Qiang:!!!
Don't scare like that, your highness!
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