With no other choice, he told the Insect Emperor that he wanted to marry Lord Fusheng, but the Insect Emperor merely sneered, completely indifferent to his words.
His fuer didn't care about his thoughts at all; he only cared whether he could bring in profits.
Ridiculous. Was the royal family's finest upbringing meant merely to sell him off for a good price?
Was he to possess great capability only to be forced to submit to a foolish Zerg?
Faer tossed the decorative little cake he had been toying with onto the table, then, disregarding how it might look, sat down directly against Lord Fusheng.
Let his reputation be ruined, then. He would never fight like a dog for the position of the Divine Envoy's primary consort.
Lord Fusheng was startled by Faer's sudden, out-of-nowhere action. Catching Alvano's volatile expression out of the corner of his eye, he immediately scooted further away.
It wasn't him! It was Faer who had suddenly leaned in.
Chapter 87