"What promise did Beiming Yi make to you, that you're willing to disregard the words of a monarch to trap me here?"
Murong Yi was indeed feeling guilty, but being pointed out so directly by his daughter only deepened his gloom and discomfort.
"How could you think that way? Is Beiming Yi truly inferior to Shui Yixuan? I am doing this for your own good; you are my legitimate princess. How can a mere merchant be worthy of you?"
