“We’re not compatible,” Rong Yuan stated seriously as he stood in front of Concubine Rong.

“Mother, I know you like her very much but it’s my decision who I get married to. I hope I can choose my own future wife.”

“Choose what? To choose a savage whom you don’t even truly know?” Disapproval shone in Consort Rong’s eyes. “How sincere can a random person be? Rong’er, I just don’t want to see you get played by anyone.”

Rong Yuan’s face twitched, “Mother, do I look like I will be fooled easily?”

Consort Rong assessed him seriously before making her judgement, “No, you’re glib-tongued, and certainly not easy to fool.”

“Mother, I’m charismatic and bright. How could you say that about me? If your future daughter in-law overhears,...