"Even if I, Gu Zhiqing, am not up to par, am I still not better than a barbarian? Would you rather leave your homeland to go so far away than to marry me and be the Crown Son's Wife in the capital?" Gu Zhiqing's eyes, already large, were now filled with fury, as if they might pop out of his head.
Zuo Xiangning involuntarily took a step back.
"Everything that Prince Ru can offer you, I can offer too! And what he can't, I can!" Gu Zhiqing said, "As long as you marry me, I can help the King of Chu ascend the throne, your sister can become the Empress, and your nephew the Crown Prince. What can that Prince Ru do? He can do nothing! If he dies one day, for the stability of both nations, you would have to marry his brother, uncle, nephew, or even his son! Can you bear such humiliation?"