After many years of marriage, Prince Qing and Lingxing have always resided in Shangjing City.
On this day, Prince Qing saw Lingxing looking dazed in the courtyard and was startled, "Lingxing, what's wrong?"
"Pei Qing, I actually took away Yao Guang's marriage prospect. If it weren't for me, she would be with you, and you both would be happy!"
Lingxing suddenly burst into tears. After all these years of marriage, she finally figured out why Yao Guang was unwilling to marry Prince Qing back then.
Prince Qing frowned, "Lingxing, don't speak nonsense. The person with me now is not Yao Guang, but you! Even if we go back to the beginning, I wouldn't choose Yao Guang. Because I like you, so when the Seventh Imperial Concubine said she wanted to betroth you to me, I accepted without a second thought."
"Really?"
Lingxing's eyes were blurred with tears, and she was extremely sad.
