"Miss Cha Ying, I need a wife, not a Crown Princess," he proclaimed with a menacing expression on his face. "If my title cease to exist, then the Crown Princess will also dissolve to exist," he affirmed.
Cha Ying glanced at Xiaoming in bewilderment. She kept the smile on her lips and opened her mouth to speak. "Your Royal Highness, pardon me, but I do not agree with your first statement. There's no difference between the title of the Crown Princess and an official wife."
She could feel that Xiaoming was trying to reject her, but she would not let it happen.
"Miss Cha Ying, why do you think you are the most suitable woman to become my wife?" Xiaoming slightly modified his question this time.