Refusing to Marry and Abandoning Daughter

She looked at him calmly, but her voice was trembling: "When you say you are happy with me, do you want me to be your concubine?" "The concubine is not a concubine." He frowned, seeming a little impatient. "Let's go." She raised her head and covered her face with her hands, tears silently falling from the corners of her eyes into her hair. She didn't want to ask any more questions, and the despair in her heart spread every inch of her heart. He was sitting in a wheelchair, watching her being surrounded and sitting on horseback, and asked with a hint of imperceptible bitterness: "Aren't you going back to Shangyou City? The prince is still looking for you." She looked back against the wind by the river. Her long hair, which was scattered around her shoulders, was blown by the wind and spread on her cheeks. She smiled calmly: "What are you going to do when you go back? Become someone's concubine? I don't have the hobby of being a mistress." A tall, handsome middle-aged man stood in front of her, looking at her expectantly and anxiously. "What is daddy? Can you eat it?" The sarcastic words coming out of Yan Hong's mouth pierced the man's heart like sharp arrows, making his tall and straight body stoop a little, and the hopeful light in his eyes dimmed.