"Of course, life is more important," Yue Mingxuan replied as he looked at her. "In the past, Mingxuan's life was not worth much. But now, the life of the Flower God is very valuable."
After this round of confrontation, Concubine Hua did not gain the upper hand as she had hoped.
She naturally knew that Yue Mingxuan now had something to rely on; otherwise, she would not have patiently spoken with him for so long.
She picked up the ginseng tea beside her while suppressing the urge to smash the cup and said, "Prince Yue, you should understand that even if you cling to Shan'er, with your identity, you would at most becoming only his side consort."
Yue Mingxuan rolled his eyes inwardly.
It was not him clinging to Rong Tieshan, it was Rong Tieshan who is clinging to him, alright?
Concubine Hua had not even figured out the situation yet and had rushed over to demand a promise.
Sure enough, beauty and intelligence were sometimes inversely related.
