We need to leave

"I am the kind of person who doesn't even know what it means to like someone, all I know is that I need to fulfil this responsibility this and that," Fu Zhao stated with a smile on her lips. But even though she was smiling, Fu Qi Hong felt there was a sort of loneliness around his mother. 

He who had lived in the imperial palace also knew that many people admired them. But no one loved them, at least not purely. Every single woman who approached him either wanted him for his beauty or for the fact that they could become the contender for the crown and the throne if they married him. 

Not once did he see a woman treat him like a normal mer. Well at least until he met Mo Qiang, the last time when he slapped her, she did not use that slap to tell him all sorts of sleazy flirty lines. Instead, she stared at him like an offender and chased him down the corridor.