"Since the emperor of the small country of Xijiu does not welcome you, the imperial city of our Jialan Empire is open to you. Mr. Ling, Luo'er is waiting for you in the royal capital to attend her wedding."
These words really gave Ling Zhan a face and authority.
Ling Zhan has lived for more than seventy years and is a true human spirit. It can be seen that the sixth prince of the Jialan Empire intends to help him.
"Okay, I will go to the royal capital of the Jialan Empire."
A smile appeared on Ling Zhan's face.
How could he be absent from the wedding of his most precious granddaughter?
Chen Moxu hurriedly said: "The marriage between the two countries is such a big event, and the subordinates should also go together..."
"You don't have to." Before Chen Moxu could finish his words, he was rudely interrupted by Xuanyuan Ze, "Your Majesty, you have many things to do, and the journey is long, so there is a lot of inconvenience."
In one sentence, it's a slap in the face.
Chen Moxu's face darkened, he pursed his lips, and said again: "Then let Ling Nie, the general who protects the country, go with him. Ling Nie is Ling Luo's biological father..."
"There's no need for Ling Nie." Xuanyuan Ze glanced at Chen Moxu lightly and said coldly, "This is the Queen's wish."
Another merciless slap in the face.
Chen Moxu couldn't even say anything to refute.
The most noble queen of the Jialan Empire, the Xiling family of the four most glorious families in the Tianyuan Continent, did not have the right to comment.
"……yes."
He can only act like a useless minion and should claim to be.
Chen Moxu has never felt such a powerful sense of frustration in his life, let alone such a useless person.
He suddenly remembered that when he was in Xijiu Kingdom, he had expressed his intention to marry her in private to Ling Luo.
Chen Moxu's body trembled, feeling chilled to the bone.
"Mr. Ling, please come this way."
Xuanyuan Ze had a smile on his face and led the way very politely.
Chen Moxu followed at the end, his eyes falling on the luxurious betrothal gifts that could not be seen as far as the eye could see, and his eyes widened.
It is indeed a prince's request for marriage. This betrothal gift, which stretches for ten miles, is enough to be worth the harvest of the treasury of Xijiu Kingdom in three years.
*.*.*.*.*.*.*
Holy Academy, Holy Fire Peak.
"You said Ze went to Xijiu Kingdom?"
Ling Luo sat at the stone table in the yard and looked at Xuanyuan Yu across from him in surprise.
"This is what mother meant." Xuanyuan Yu looked at his sweetheart across from him steadily, with a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes that contained a smile that was half-hearted and half-loving, "When we get married, Luo'er, your family must be present.
"
Ling Luo's heart felt warm and her beautiful eyes sparkled.
She didn't expect that Yu could be so thoughtful.
"Thank you, Yu."
"We are going to be husband and wife soon. Don't you think saying thank you to your husband is a bit too intrusive?"
Xuanyuan Yu pretended to be displeased and put his long arms around her, habitually taking her into his arms with an extremely domineering attitude.
Ling Luo laughed dumbly and said: "Okay, okay, husband, I was wrong."
"Well, that's pretty much it."
Xuanyuan Yu nodded, then shamelessly put his handsome face to Ling Luo's mouth, raised the corners of his lips in an evil and sycophantic arc, smiled, and said: "You understand."
“Bo(╯3╰)”
She was used to someone asking for kisses frequently.
"By the way, if my family comes to attend our wedding, grandpa alone is enough."
In this life, in the Ling Mansion, she did not experience much family warmth.
Those who should be called fathers, sisters, and brothers are not even as good as ordinary passers-by.