Chapter 1780: What Do You Think

"Why do you want to be so proud? My Rong'er doesn't need his charity or his sympathy. Even if Rong'er never gets married, I, Qian Duoduo, will support her!"

Rong'er didn't cry originally, but when she saw Qian Duoduo defending herself with such righteous indignation, her grievance spread out of control.

Tears, like pearls with a broken thread, fell down patter, but they tried their best not to make a sound, sobbing weakly.

The pear blossoms were raining, but they pretended to be strong, not to mention how heartbreaking they were.

"Duo'er, don't worry, you also listen to Rong'er."

Long Muchen pulled the agitated Qian Duoduo, and along her back, comforted his little wife's anger.

The third child's decision was completely different from what they had imagined. Duo'er had been busy preparing the dowry for Rong'er for the past few days, but who knew, in exchange for Fuzi's words, "Damn it - be proud of being favored".

Duo'er was always protective of her weaknesses, but now seeing Rong'er, who has a strong blood relationship with her, is so sad, maybe this girl will be able to rush into the palace on a whim.

After listening to Long Muchen's words, Qian Duoduo finally calmed down, turned around and held Rong'er's hand, giving her courage.

"Rong'er, whatever you think, just say it, don't make excuses just because Long Yutian is the emperor, and be afraid of him, mother and father will support you for big things!"

Rong'er held Qian Duoduo's hand backhanded, and gave her a strong look, reassuring her.

Although it's sad, but in the face of loving herself so much and protecting her mother, she will not be depressed and depressed because of this blow and setback.

"Little princess, do you want to go back with the servant?"

Fuzi looked at the time, it was getting late, the emperor was still waiting for him to return to the palace.

Rong'er took a deep breath, looked up at the sky, a calm and calm voice slowly flowed out from her lips.

"My mother is right. I don't need his charity, nor his sympathy. I respect every decision he makes—"

"Since I am such a dispensable existence to him, then I will return to my original position and be my princess and my daughter—"

"And he, Long Yutian, will always be my father—"

Rong'er's tone was ethereal like a breeze, and she couldn't find a sense of attachment. The tears on the corners of her eyes had been wiped away by herself, but her face became paler and weaker.

She wanted to say——it would never be ‘husband——’.

Because he never thought of becoming his 'wife', just a concubine of pity, sympathy, and charity.

But when the words came to his mouth, Rong'er felt a pain in his throat as if it was being burned by fire, and he couldn't open his mouth no matter what.

She didn't even know how much courage she had to force herself to cut off all her hopes for Long Yutian.

Until Fuzi sighed with emotion, rode his horse and left the palace hungry.

She still tried her best to straighten her body, retaining the last trace of arrogance.

Is she proud of being favored?

She felt that since she was a child, she was really afraid of doing wrong things, and really afraid of making her father angry. Every day she grew up beside Long Yutian, she was very careful!

Until I opened my spiritual aperture, understood the love between men and women in the world, and found that I had fallen in love with my father.