Chapter 1291 - I’ll Marry Her (1/2)

Lu Yeming was clad in a black suit. It was made with the finest material, perfectly ironed with not a single crease on it. Lowering his eyes, he fastened the gold cuff links around his sleeves and exuded a dignified aura.

As the man with the Dragon Totem, he was finally approaching the pinnacle of his political career. Now he was going to reign over Country A.

“Master, it’s time to leave,” Fan Men reminded him.

Lu Yeming lowered his head, looking at his watch before he replied, “Let’s wait awhile longer.”

Fan Men wondered who he was waiting for, but he just stepped aside without another word and waited.

Footsteps thudded down the corridor and someone ran over hurriedly with a forehead full of sweat. “Your Highness, I’m sorry for being late.”

Fan Men lifted his head and saw the diplomat, Wei Yan.

Master had been waiting for Wei Yan?

Lu Yeming looked over, his gaze landing on Wei Yan’s face. “It’s alright.”

He then looked behind Wei Yan.

“Your Highness, I’ve sent the invitation but Her Highness of Country Z has not appeared.”

Lu Yeming retracted his gaze. “Does she have any words for me?”

Wei Yan was surprised. How had His Highness guessed that Her Highness would leave him some words? But he didn’t dare tell His Highness those words she had left behind.

An auspicious event was taking place today, he didn’t dare to say those damning words that she had left behind.

Seeming to sense the hesitation, Lu Yeming glanced at Wei Yan. “Just say it.”

“Yes,” Wei Yan wiped away the sweat on his forehead before he continued to say, “Your Highness, Her Highness wished for you… to live a long life…”

After he said that, the place was completely silent, to the point you could hear a pin drop.

Fan Men, “…”

Fan Men and Wei Yan looked at Lu Yeming, waiting for his reaction. All they saw was Lu Yeming raising his brows, the corners of his lips kicking up.

He smiled.

Wei Yan was agape at the scene, His Highness wasn’t angry, but rather… seemed to be in a good mood?

“Let’s go.”

Lu Yeming walked over, getting into the official state car.

As Fan Men watched his Master, he thought to himself, this was Master’s first smile ever since Elder Miss’ death.

…

The official state cars drove into the Palace. With the media and public watching him, Lu Yeming stood above the tower, officially reigning over Country A.

“Ming’er.” Murong Jiancheng walked over, standing beside Lu Yeming as he said, “This country and its people are in your hands now. You must always remember, power comes with its own set of responsibilities.”

Murong Jiancheng was born to lead this country. When compared to Lu Yeming’s dignified charms, Murong Jiancheng was more respectable, responsible and seemed to epitomize the appearance of a ruler.

Lu Yeming nodded. “Got it.”

“Ming’er, when are you planning on marrying Ruoli? Every emperor has to marry a Holy Lady and give birth to the crown prince. This is the inescapable truth. From the day that you took on the Murong surname, you have agreed to marry Ruoli, isn’t that the case?”

Lu Yeming furrowed his brows, after a few moments, he said, “Every emperor must marry a Holy Lady. But if he marries another woman other than the Holy Lady, this woman would appear on the death list and would be secretly disposed of. So, how did you ensure the safety of the Empress when you married her back then?”

Murong Jiancheng pressed his lips into a firm line, becoming stern. “Don’t mention those matters from the past.”