Gong Zhen evidently didn't want to repeat himself. He said mildly, "You're still young; you shouldn't be so old that you can't hear my words. Although the woman in the arranged marriage has changed, it still leads to the same end. In the end, you are destined to become the Royal Consort."
Gong Ting found it absurd. Ning'er's body was barely cold, yet the engagement was annulled just like that, and he was still expected to marry Eden. No, not to marry, but to wed!
Gong Ting had never felt so humiliated; he stood up with a start. "I want to go to the Royal Prison. I do not agree with the marriage alliance."
"The Queen's edict is already issued; even if you disagree, it won't matter," Gong Zhen said harshly, "Our Gong Family has waited a century for this moment of honor. As long as you become the Royal Consort and hold all the powers of the Royal Family in your hands, one day the Royal Family of the United Kingdom will become the Gong Family's Royal Family."
