Rong Qinglei did not respond. He simply leaned back against the headboard again and said to Yue Mingxuan with a hint of petulance, "I know that once I wake up I have to drink medicine, but after that I want to eat some preserved fruit. Mingxuan, could you go fetch some for me?"
Yue Mingxuan nodded and turned around to leave.
Seeing how Yue Mingxuan was fierce like a little leopard in front of him, yet as gentle as a lamb before Rong Qinglei, Shang Qinghua felt rather bitter and said, "Prince Qing, is this your intention, to marry Prince Yue as your consort?"
Rong Qinglei nodded and replied, "I've had this intention for a long time. The position of my main consort has been vacant, waiting only for Mingxuan to agree. Everything I have, I am willing to share with him."
When Shang Qinghua heard this, he let out a cold laugh and strode out of the room.
