The palace attendants did not expect the Emperor to personally inquire.
The eunuch quickly bowed his head and ran to Long Xiyuan's side.
"Your Majesty, Miss Jing...seems unwilling."
Fearing that Long Xiyuan might blame him for incompetence, he hurriedly distanced himself from the matter.
Bai Zhi'er pursed her lips: "Before making a decision, you should consult me and ask about my wishes!"
Long Xiyuan narrowed his eyes slightly: "How could I have known you're so prideful, unwilling to even be my only adopted daughter!"
"If it were someone else, they would have eagerly accepted the decree with gratitude long ago."
Bai Zhi'er snorted: "Then give this good fortune to someone else."
Long Xiyuan did not expect her to be so decisive, and was somewhat choked by her tone.
He flung his sleeve and said coldly: "I won't give it to anyone else!"
Bai Zhi'er couldn't help but laugh.
Without Fu Xiru's guidance, Long Xiyuan has become even more headstrong and domineering.
