"The emperor is so sick that he is about to die, so why hold a banquet? Aren't you afraid that he will get drunk and send himself away?" Sandra Wilson complained with a straight face.
Her body was gorgeous and complicated, and the layers of big skirts made her breathless. "What age are we in? Wearing these shabby things! It's so troublesome..."
"This is the etiquette of a noble, please keep your voice down." The male companion beside Sandra stood straight and said quickly.
The emperor is about to die, and people are also going crazy. They have directly wiped out the succession that has been determined by many parties, and want to recommend someone with merit to the throne!
Where did the meritorious people come from?
The royal family has power, money and status, but they do not govern.
Everyone in the empire knows that the reason why the royal family is a royal family is because of their special genes. Their superpowers have been strong from generation to generation. The majesty who is currently lying on the bed dying has once destroyed a small planet.
The overly powerful ability also put a huge load on the body, and all the emperors died early.
Therefore, the ruling power was divided among the prime ministers early, and the children of the royal family either honed their skills in the training ground or accumulated military merits on the battlefield.
But the war in this generation is not fierce, and the empire has the advantage. The heirs at the top of the line are waiting for the emperor to die in the central galaxy, and no one goes to the battlefield!
It is true that people cannot trust them to entrust the burden of the empire to them.
Many people speculated that the emperor dug out the late emperor's illegitimate son and gave him the right to inherit in order to inspire them, so that he could use him to inspire these ineffective younger brothers.
This royal banquet is also the introduction banquet for this one.
Sandra Wilson ignored her male companion. She glanced around and saw Lingchan not far away.
Her eyes lit up and she couldn't wait to get closer.
…
Lingchan stood quietly in the crowd.
The square before charging was very open, and even after occupying a lot of people, it was still not crowded. However, the area around Lingchan was extremely empty, and the people around her were hiding far away as if they were taking refuge.
It was very quiet, with only the voice of the system shouting in my ears: [Damn Roy, I left you here alone at this time! How abominable! 】
Roy was supposed to be with Lingchan, but he was called away temporarily.
The system complained: [Before, I acted like I was the best in the world, but now I am unreliable at all! What if these people bully you? 】
How could he leave Lingchan here alone?
This emperor is not a good person at first glance! The banquet held is probably too big, and the system is really worried.
Lingchan was not worried at all. She wanted to comfort the system anyway, but a beautiful red-haired girl suddenly appeared next to her, "Long time no see! This beautiful lady!"
"Long time no see, Sandra," Lingchan smiled, "Are you okay? Were you injured in the spacecraft crash before?"
"What can happen to me? I ran away a long time ago. What if I heard that you and Talsma lived in the desert star and lived a very hard life? He failed to protect you. He is really a useless man."
Sandra Wilson's disdainful review.
Lingchan just laughed. She changed the subject and asked, "Sandra, do you know who will attend this royal banquet today?"
"High-ranking nobles, basically the same group of people hold banquets every year. It's not interesting." Sandra said, lowering her voice mysteriously, "But the temple didn't send the Son of God this time! How strange."
"Did the Son of God come to every big banquet in the past?"
"Of course, that's why it's strange that he didn't come this time." Sandra Wilson said with a smile: "Everyone guessed that it was because the emperor was seriously ill and the temple was secretly plotting something evil."
Yeah?
Lingchan didn't think so.
Andel...is he okay? If he doesn't come, is it because the temple doesn't allow him to come, or is he no longer able to come?
Lingchan was worried about him.
The two chatted for a while, and the door soon opened. A group of nobles walked into the banquet hall elegantly. The emperor was in the lounge behind the banquet hall.
The royal attendants would call people to the back one by one to pay their respects to the emperor.
Talsma was in the front, and Roy returned to Lingchan before saluting.
Lingchan took his arm and walked into the emperor's lounge.
The emperor sat at the very back, with a screen in front of him, completely hiding his figure.
Lingchan took Roy's arm, followed the guidance of the attendant in front of the screen, and saluted towards the screen.
The girl squatted and bent over, her skirt spread and closed like a flower, elegant and beautiful.
Roy put one hand on his chest, smiled respectfully, lowered his head and said, "Your Majesty, Roy Talsma and his fiancée would like to send their regards to you."
"Fiancée?" A very familiar voice sounded from behind the screen. Lou Yunting said slowly: "Why didn't I know?"
"It's just an engagement banquet. It's not a big event. I only invited my own relatives and friends." Roy said calmly: "His Highness has just returned to the central galaxy. Talsma has no intention of disturbing His Highness with such trivial matters."
"This is an engagement banquet, and you don't have a big one?" Lou Yunting snorted and mocked: "Miss Jiang, look, he can't even bear to have a grand engagement banquet, how can he be worthy of you?"
"Don't provoke unmarried couples, and don't look too ridiculous." Another voice came from behind the screen. Ling Chan had no influence on the timbre, but sitting behind the screen with Lou Yunting and the emperor, he must also be a member of the royal family.
"Are your husband and wife jealous of each other's love? Why should others care about your affairs if they are in perfect harmony? I know that your family is unhappy and you have a family but no one to support you, but you'd better not come out and embarrass yourself, right?"
"Tsk, tsk, how pitiful. Being the same heir to the throne with you is really embarrassing and brings down the class."
Lou Yunting's words seemed to have stirred up a hornet's nest. Before Roy could even open his mouth to defend himself, several princes appeared one after another, all talking against Lou Yunting.
Lingchan found it a bit funny. She lowered her head and endured the trembling of her shoulders.
Roy's hand slid down quietly and squeezed the girl's palm. His hand was warm and generous, and he squeezed Lingchan's fingertips comfortingly. The rough calluses left by years of training made Lingchan feel a little itchy.
She held it back and gently scratched the thick calluses on Roy's long fingers.
The voice behind the screen stopped at some point, and there was a strange silence in the air. Roy glanced at the attendant, and the attendant's throat moved slightly. He waited for a while, but there was still no sound behind the screen, and then he said: "Please You two stand down."
The big chaebol who controlled the economic lifeline of the empire walked into the banquet hall with his fiancée.
The attendant was sweating coldly and looking behind the screen silently. As a herald, his position was very clever. He had to be able to see the actions of the ministers in front of the screen and the emperor's instructions behind the screen at the same time. But now, he hated that he could see too clearly from his position.
Behind the screen, Lou Yunting sighed deeply, "We are all blood relatives. I didn't want to make the relationship so tense... Why are you talking so hard?"
Under his feet were several heirs to the throne.
These people usually rely on their inheritance to be at the front, domineering, proud and complacent, looking at people with the tip of their chins, but now they are neatly stacked together and suppressed by Lou Yunting's foot, unable to move, even Not even a sound came out of my throat.
This His Highness, who had just returned to the Emperor Star, was usually smiling and quiet, and seemed to be an easy bully. But just now he suddenly got violent and knocked down several princes easily without even saying a word. There was too much movement for Lord Talsma outside to hear.
The servant thought with pleasure that although His Highness was a bit cruel, he still respected the rules and did not expose the internal strife of the royal family to outsiders...
Then he heard Lou Yunting, who was bandaged and blindfolded, laughing: "They are not a match made in heaven. Talsma is not worthy of her, and I am not jealous. Do you understand?"
The heirs to the crazy conspiracy and conspiracy:...go to hell, you stupid love brain!
The eldest prince is unwilling to be stepped on and humiliated for such a stupid reason! He firmly believed that this must be Lou Yunting's excuse!
He hummed: "But a trash newborn with inferior genes is worth such a gaffe? Doesn't the powerful want you? Originally, with your ranking, I would have sent you to a small planet at most, but because of your good performance recently, His Majesty planned to ban you. Being the lord of a galaxy only inflates your ambitions, right? Do you really think you can compete with us? You..."
There was no end to the words coming out of his mouth.
Lou Yunting increased his strength, and the chests of the heirs were suffocated by the pressure, and then he said leisurely: "Bring these people to His Majesty, watch them carefully, don't make them uncomfortable."
The attendant plopped and fell to the ground.
Lou Yunting smiled at him, "Don't worry, I'm not the kind of cruel person who kills without blinking an eye. Life is very precious and I will cherish it."
…
the other side.
Lingchan knew nothing about what happened behind her, but Roy said: "It seems that His Majesty is not here."
"Well, maybe he's too sick to get out of bed?" Lingchan didn't care much about this.
Roy looked at her cold expression and put aside the subtle strangeness in his heart. He said, "Don't you want to enter the institute? I'll take you to meet someone."
"oh?"
Lingchan became interested and her eyes lit up, like a cat seeing dried fish.
Roy thought she was extremely cute, but he didn't dare to suck the cat. He reluctantly looked away and led Lingchan through the lively banquet hall, past countless nobles wearing social masks and talking politely, to a buffet. A small corner next to the food.
Behind a small cubicle surrounded by several green pools, a man in a suit and ties was eating dessert.
The suit is just the most ordinary commercial suit, not tailor-made. The fabric cannot withstand radiation. The cufflinks are not precious jewelry. There are not even a few precious jewelry on this person to decorate his identity.
He doesn't look like a nobleman at all, but like a social animal who just wants to take a break after finally taking a vacation.
Roy introduced in a low voice: "This one is an honorary professor of the institute, who specializes in the research of genetic aberrations. He is also an important member of His Majesty's medical team, Mr. Lin Shengmu. I just came to see him."
Lingchan smiled politely: "Hello."
The social animal doctor bit off half of the cake in one bite and looked up at Ling Chan with eyes full of rejection as if he were looking at work.
Lingchan smiled calmly, "Hello, Mr. Lin, I am Jiang Lingchan. I hope to enter the institute and work with you."
Lin Shengmu sighed and advised with sincerity and sincerity: "The Institute is not a good place. I don't know why you want to come, but it is definitely different from what you think."
"I have a very important family member who has been deeply troubled by genetic diseases." Lingchan said: "I hope to help him solve this problem."
Lin Shengmu nodded and said, "That's a good idea."
"The research institute in your mind studies the mysteries of genes, resists cosmic radiation, saves the world with science and technology, and promotes historical progress. In reality, the research institute," Lin Shengmu said with a numb face: "The emperor's private hospital, the royal family's personal doctor."
Lingchan: "..."
The system angrily cursed: [Evil bureaucracy, damn feudal society! 】
(End of chapter)
