Leng Youchen seemed to have heard an extremely funny joke. He shook his head and chuckled, but his brows grew even fiercer, "Do you think that by coming all the way to the United Kingdom, I would agree to your demands?"
"You are very capable, but you can't help her. Even your identity could never be accepted by the citizens, and you can't become the Royal Consort. By her side, not only would you not help her, but you would also hinder her."
The Duke's words were not wrong. For the citizens to accept one Asian as The Queen was already a near-impossible task; a second Asian as a Royal Consort was absolutely out of the question.
For Wei Anning to become The Queen, she must leverage the power of the Gong Family. And marriage has been the most stable method since ancient times.
Leng Youchen sneered inwardly. The Duke's wishful thinking—that everything would go smoothly with the marriage alliance with the Gong Family—was that certain?
"Why don't we just wait and see?"
