"Empress, I'm sorry to you, sorry to Yu'er—"
"Don't!" A tender yellow figure barged in, "Father Emperor, Queen Consort, your daughter doesn't want to marry the Ghost King! I don't want to marry him!"
"Yu'er..." Seeing her daughter's tear-streaked face, Duanmu Qing felt a sharp pain in her heart. She immediately broke free from Longze Yu's embrace and held Longze Yu'er in her arms, "Yu'er, I won't let you marry him! I won't let you offer yourself in a joyous marriage to him!"
"Foolishness!" Hearing Duanmu Qing's "nonsense," Longze Yu rebuked, "Are you willing to neglect the people of Xiqi Country for Yu'er?"
"Father Emperor, why does it have to be your daughter?" Having heard Longze Yu's words, Longze Yu'er suddenly stood up.