I opened my mouth and after a while, finally spoke: “Qi surname, you’re too much! Not thanking me is one thing, but saying I’m meddling? If I didn’t want to leave here, this girl wouldn’t bother caring about you!”
“Leave?”
Qi Chenxuan couldn’t help but narrow his eyes, looking at me with a sharp gaze: “You’re doing all this just to leave here?”
“What else?” I rolled my eyes, answering impatiently.
He surely wouldn’t be narcissistic enough to think I’m doing this for him?
Qi Chenxuan walked out from behind the desk, step by step approaching me, his face dark: “Does the Prince’s Manor really disgust you so much? Or is it… that you just dislike me?”
For some reason, looking at his gaze, I inexplicably felt flustered and hurriedly explained: “You’re thinking too much. I don’t dislike you, and I don’t dislike it here. I just simply want to leave, simply want to return to my own world!”
Qi Chenxuan persistently asked: “Then tell me, what do you mean by your own world? Returning to the palace to continue being a laundry maid, or returning to the countryside to be a village girl?”
Are these two identities better than being a concubine in the Prince’s Manor?”
I bit my lip and shook my head: “You misunderstood. I want to leave here, not because of my identity, and not because of you, but because this place simply doesn’t belong to me!”
Qi Chenxuan’s hand rested on my shoulders, his gaze cold: “Then tell me, where do you belong?”
I frowned in confusion: “Isn’t this something the Prince shouldn’t be concerned about? You just need to know I can help you marry Qinghan. As for where I’ll go after your marriage, that’s my own business…”
“What if I don’t agree?” Qi Chenxuan looked at me directly, the seriousness in his black eyes made me feel dazed.
I forced a calm laugh: “I don’t think you’ll give up the chance to marry Qinghan because of me! Someone who has been faithfully waiting for another for three years, now finally has a chance to be together – only a fool would give that up, right?”
