"Husband, we have yet to consummate our marriage, yet you are already in such a hurry to leave for the Tibetan Kingdom?" Princess Li Qinglu of Western Xia leaned against the doorframe, her eyes filled with reluctance.
"Qinglu, I am sorry. In truth, I have deceived you." Looking at her, who bore an eighty-percent resemblance to Li Qingluo and Li Qiushui, Murong Fu felt a deep sense of guilt in his heart.
"It does not matter! Husband, I have spent my life within the confines of the imperial palace; I have long known that my marriage would not be of my own choosing." Li Qinglu was as gentle and tender as Yilin or Ling Shuanghua. "Husband, why not consummate our marriage tonight before you leave? Besides, what of my sisters?"
Chapter 231