Mo Beichen hurriedly retorted, "How could that be? If I were the emperor, Luo Luo would definitely be the empress. There can only be one person in my harem, and that person can only be Luo Luo."

"If Luo Luo doesn't want to live in the palace, that's fine. I'll find a way. Luo Luo can live wherever she wants."

However, he could no longer see his Luo Luo every day. Mo Beichen lowered his eyelids, a hint of hurt flashing in his eyes.

Yun Qingluo felt a pang of sadness as she watched her husband feeding her with such devotion.

This person...

It's so heartbreaking.

What is it about her that makes him feel so wronged?

"Mo Beichen, do you really love me?" Yun Qingluo suddenly asked.

She has never experienced love, and at this moment she is truly confused.

In her past life, she thought she and the Third Prince were in love, but when she later learned that the Third Prince was not her savior, she was actually relieved.

Perhaps deep down she also felt that the scumbag didn't deserve her.

In this life, she realized her mistakes.

After being reborn, she relentlessly pursued Mo Beichen.

She felt that this kind of close companionship, being able to whisper sweet nothings to each other, being willing to give up one's life for the other, and being willing to fulfill the other's wishes was love.

It certainly sounds like love; every word is so beautiful and blissful.

But this made her think of sacrifice.

Is sacrificing oneself for the other person truly love?

When she was first reborn, she was more emotional than rational. She felt that Mo Beichen abandoned his army to save her, lost his legs for her, was willing to jump into a pit of fire even though he knew it was for her, and was so humble for her that he was not like a normal prince should be.