Lu Ziyuan patted her head, coaxing, "As long as I'm alive, no one dares to criticize me. As for after I'm gone, I never care about posthumous fame."
Forcing a wife away from her husband?
He had planned to do this long ago; now it just happened a bit sooner—what of it?
"Is it worth it?" Xie Wanqing's heart was full of complexities, her lips struggling to force a smile, "You've spent your life defending against foreign enemies, building achievements, you shouldn't be so focused on romance."
In a lifetime, one enjoys fame and fortune, reaches the highest position, holds the power of life and death with no one to balance; if there's anything worth caring about, isn't it posthumous fame?
This girl is so cold-hearted, rarely showing emotion in front of him. Lu Ziyuan felt joy in his heart, and laughed softly, "Moved by this?… If you're moved, why not give yourself to me?"
Xie Wanqing: "…"
