Yanqing Palace
Consort Huo sat on the pear wood circle armchair, staring intently at Huo Yuan, her voice rising harshly once again.
"Are you going to agree or not?"
Huo Yuan narrowed his eyes, his voice deep, "My apologies, sister. I cannot agree."
"Hehe..."
Consort Huo let out a cold laugh, mocking him: "I didn't expect this from my little brother, such a passionate and persistent man. For the sake of a woman, you are prepared to risk your family clan and your life. That's really some ambition!"
Huo Yuan ignored his sister's mockery, speaking calmly, "Sister, your words are too heavy. In this world, there are not many women who have caught my eye. In over twenty years, there has been only her. It is because of this that I strive relentlessly to pursue her. I hope that you can support me!"
"Fool!"
Fury showed on Consort Huo's face and she abruptly stood up, her face flushed with anger.