HRPM – Chapter 11 Imperial Marriage (3)

“Anyway, if I can’t marry the woman I love, then what’s the point of marrying at all?”

“Che’er, don’t worry this time. The person I’ve chosen for you will definitely be able to spend a lifetime with you.”

“I was born with a wife-dooming fate—how could that be possible?” Xiao Che said dismissively.

The Empress smiled mysteriously. “Che’er, the one I’ve chosen for you this time is no ordinary person. You absolutely won’t be able to harm her. Her birth chart is extremely strong, and her Five Elements attribute is metal, while yours is wood—metal overcomes wood, perfectly counteracting your fate. Not only that, her surname is Jin (Gold), and her family’s wealth is piled up like mountains of gold. Her ‘metal energy’ is overwhelming. She is practically the princess consort destined for you.”

Xiao Che pondered her words carefully, but suddenly had an ominous premonition… this description…

The Second Prince, Xiao Yan, who had been listening quietly, spoke up curiously, “Could it be that famous Jin Luoluo from the Yun Empire?”

“Pfft!!!”

At the mention of that name, quite a few noble ladies and officials nearly spat out their tea.

“Who came up with such a tacky name—Jin Luoluo? Her father must be obsessed with money. ‘A basketful of gold’—that name is just ridiculous,” Xiao Yu burst out laughing first.

Xiao Yan shot him a strange look. “If you knew what her father’s name is, you wouldn’t find it so strange.”

“What’s his name?”

“Jin Gungun!”

“Hahaha—”

This time, not only Xiao Yu, but all the officials, noblewomen, and young ladies around burst into loud laughter.

The names of the Jin father and daughter instantly became the most amusing topic in the palace that month.

“Mother, you’re not serious, are you? You want Third Brother to marry that ‘basketful of gold’? And with a father-in-law named Jin Gungun? How is anyone supposed to live with that? Third Brother will probably end up shining like gold himself—tacky beyond belief,” Xiao Yu said. Though dissatisfied with Xiao Che, he still felt some sympathy for him.

Xiao Che’s expression darkened. Aside from Yang Ruoyao, he had no intention of marrying anyone.

Let alone the daughter of a merchant.

What right did she have to become his princess consort?

The position of his primary wife was reserved only for the woman he loved—she wasn’t even worthy of being his concubine.

“Mother, no matter what, I am a member of the royal family. Even a secondary consort should come from a noble household. How can the dignified position of a prince’s consort be given to a woman reeking of merchant’s copper? What virtue does she have to be my principal wife? I will not marry her.”