Chapter 1291: I’ll Marry Her

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 d.a.m.ning 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.”

All these years, Murong Jiancheng always refused to talk about his matters with the Empress. Whenever she was mentioned, he would even get angry.

A cold smile appeared on Lu Yeming’s face. “Prepare the wedding, I’ll marry Dongfang Ruoli.”

He then turned to leave after speaking.

…

When Lu Yeming was on the way back, a maid ran over and whispered, “Your Highness, please follow me. The Empress is waiting for you in the private study.”

The Empress, as in Lu Yeming’s biological mother.

She had finally come!

Lu Yeming’s eyes s.h.i.+fted. This Palace was heavily guarded, with Murong Jiancheng setting up traps everywhere but she wasn’t afraid at all. She even waited for him at the most confidential place, the private study.

He heard that she was the founder of Ah Jiao’s Room and one of the most seductive vixens. Indeed she was impressive.

Lu Yeming followed the maid to the private study.

“Your Highness, this way please.”

The room door was pushed open and Lu Yeming stepped inside.

A figure was standing there wearing a red dress and had a lissome figure. With her wavy long hair tucked behind her ears and half of her face revealed, she didn’t seem like a woman in her 40s at all, but rather, like a young married woman who was in the prime of her youth. She was filled with charm.

She looked at the portrait that was hung on the wall. “Tsk tsk, why is this fake portrait still here? I’ve already taken the real portrait with me more than 20 years ago.”

The maid cleared her throat. “Madam.”

Hearing the noise by the door, Bei Yuewu quickly turned her face around. She had a pair of beautiful eyes that would make even the most exquisite flowers pale in comparison.

She looked at Lu Yeming, running over excitedly. “My son!”

Stretching out her hands, she pinched Lu Yeming’s cheeks before she finally was pleased and said, “My son, you grew up well. I was still worried that you would resemble your father but I can see that you’ve inherited my superior genes. Not bad!

“I heard that you went missing when you were young. You must have suffered a lot. Don’t worry, Mom will compensate you for everything that you’ve gone through. Mom has been working hard all these years. Don’t get yourself involved in politics, follow me and be a rich heir.”

“…”

Lu Yeming remained quiet for a while, before he took her hands off his face. “Murong Jiancheng is going to find out that you’ve come. Hurry up and leave now.”

Right after he said that, the maid reported from outside, “Madam, Murong Jiancheng is rus.h.i.+ng over with his men.”

“Oh my, he’s really quick,” Bei Yuewu commented carelessly before she smiled again at Lu Yeming. “It’s okay, he’s just one of my admirers. I’ve already dumped him but he’s still chasing after me like a creep.”

“…”

Lu Yeming glanced at Bei Yuewu before turning around to leave. “You are on your own now, I can’t help you.”

“Son!” Bei Yuewu quickly tugged on Lu Yeming’s sleeve. “Don’t leave without me, take me with you.”

Lu Yeming raised his brows. “How am I supposed to take you with me?”

After two minutes, Bei Yuewu came out after changing her outfit. Now she was dressed in a manservant’s outfit, hiding her long hair in a hat. A blinding smile was directed at Lu Yeming. “Now we can leave.”

Without saying a word, Lu Yeming only opened the door.

…

Right after Lu Yeming opened the door, Murong Jiancheng arrived with his underlings. Bei Yuewu lowered her head, standing beside Lu Yeming.

Murong Jiancheng stepped into the study room, only to find tthere wasn’t a single soul inside. He turned back to look at Lu Yeming. “Where’s your mother?”