Fu Qi Hong sat up straight on the bench on which he was resting. He looked at Mo Qiang deeply before asking, "So is this the reason you avoid me? Because I am a prince. If my title is what makes you troubled, then I don't mind giving it up."
For Fu Qi Hong, his title never meant anything to him. Though it did bring him a lot of comfort and helped him in paving a smooth life, Fu Qi Hong knew how much trouble it brought to him as well. He could never live a day without worrying about being stalked.
Wasn't it because the women and men wanted to climb high and become consorts of the imperial family?
Fu Qi Hong, of course, had no such thoughts where he would believe that a woman or man would love him for what he was. He knew that either it would be his beauty or his status. But as long as they were willing to treat him well, he was willing to give them a chance.