The Divine Physician’s Overbearing Wife
chapter-1109

After murmuring for a long while, Fu Qingjiu turned to take a glimpse at the young master lying on the bed. Then, she turned around and walked out the door.

In the imperial study.

A man in the bright yellow imperial dragon rope was sitting upright at the desk. His stern eyes were locked upon the door that was wide open. A dim light flashed in his eyes.

“Father, do you have anything to tell me?” Fu Qingjiu walked in from outside, her voice was indifferent but no lack of respect.

“Qingjiu, I heard that you want the maiden from Tianyue Kingdom… to marry Murong Yang?” Fu Yu put down the memorial in his hand.

Fu Qingjiu’s heart pounded rapidly. Suddenly, she raised her head to stare at Fu Yu in disbelief.

“Father, you tasked someone to follow me?”

“Otherwise, I wouldn’t have known about this. I have always loved and indulged you. However, you must not do this!” Fu Yu said coldly, leaving no room for argument. He would never allow his daughter to spend her entire life with a living corpse.

“Father!”

“Qingjiu, let me tell you the truth. Of all the young talents who will be attending the banquet, Murong Yang is indeed my favorite. You should think about your wedding with Murong Yang.”

Startled, Qingjiu looked at Fu Yu disappointedly.

“I have always thought that my father is different from the rest of the emperors. Now, I have finally understood that none of the royal descendants has a say in their own marriage. Murong Yang is a ruffian. I don’t like him. Why are you forcing me to marry him?”

“What’s wrong with Murong Yang? He is talented. Moreover, General Murong’s strength is strong. Murong Yang has always been pursuing you and never fools around with other ladies. Qingjiu, I believe that you will not regret marrying him.” Fu Yu’s face darkened.

“No, I will truly regret if I marry him!” The corner of Fu Qingjiu’s lips curved into a self-deprecating sneer.

Fu Qingjiu waved her sleeve and turned around resolutely.

“Father, you don’t have to say anything more. I will never marry Murong Yang. Instead, Feng Ruqing will. I am kind enough to him.”

“Qingjiu!” Fu Yu stood up suddenly, his face had darkened even more.

“Do you remember when you fell into a drain when you were young? It was Murong Yang who had risked his life to save yours. A couple of years ago, as you were used to having your own way, you wanted to leave Haitian Kingdom. You have even shaken off the guards who were tasked to protect you. It was Murong Yang who had saved you from danger. Why did Old General Murong die? He had sacrificed his life to save yours!”

Fu Qingjiu stopped in her tracks when she was one step away from the door.

Every time Fu Yu brought this up, Fu Qingjiu’s heart would be flooded with guilt as if a needle had pricked right into her heart.

“Father, I know… I know all this. If I have never met him, perhaps… if you force me, I will marry Murong Yang to return his favor.” Fu Qingjiu lowered her head, her hands balled into fists. After a long while, a wry smile crept across her beautiful face.

“However… because of him, I can’t do this! I could never do this!”

The young lady turned around slowly as her white dress fluttered in the wind. She smiled wryly, downcast in spirit.

“I don’t think that I should sacrifice a lifetime happiness to repay my debt of gratitude. Father, could you bear seeing me marry someone I don’t love in order to return his favor? So much so that you have even hosted the flower banquet because of Murong Yang?”