Quick-wear flirting system: being spoiled by gods in the plane

Chapter 107 The Cold Knight of the Western Noble Family (2)

All of this happened suddenly. The knights around the man moved, but seeing that she was just a woman who was powerless, they did not move their swords without being signaled by the man.

To the woman, this scene appeared to be the man's tacit approval.

A smug look crept into her eyes, and as she drew closer, a sense of amazement spread through her.

This man... is so handsome.

She's so beautiful she seems otherworldly.

This is Duke Lancelot Hel, the noble and aloof knight who truly holds power in the Teren Empire.

They weren't at all like the legendary figures with blue faces and fangs, fierce and brutal...

Saloel gripped her dress tightly. She glanced back at the figure in the center of the hall, who remained calmly standing, seemingly indifferent to everything.

As she watched, Saloel secretly smiled, the jealousy in her eyes lessening.

She remembered that this person was a princess sent from a poor, remote country.

Hmph, what kind of respectable princess could a mere little country send? Just some prostitute offering herself up!

So what if she's beautiful? She's of low status, and she's worlds apart from him!

Moreover, judging from the old emperor's words, one of the two women will become a concubine today, while the other will become the wife of a duke.

In terms of family background, she didn't believe that the dignified and upright man would choose this lowly princess from a small country to go back to.

It should be chosen no matter how you look at it—

"roll."

A cold male voice spoke softly, hoarsely, leaving no room for argument.

The voice wasn't loud, but it had a magical power to freeze people in place. Saloel was stunned, the smugness in her eyes still lingering.

Seemingly unable to believe what she had heard, she forced a smile and tried to approach again: "My lord..."

But when she met those cold, indifferent eyes, the chilling aura rising from her back forced her to stop, and she even took a few steps back.

"Your Excellency Lancelot..." This woman, who had been pampered since childhood, had never been treated like this before.

But given the urgency of the matter, she gritted her teeth, still unwilling to give up such a high-quality man.

"I am Princess Saloel of the Kingdom of Fonsvila." With that, she finally gave a proper bow.

The dress revealed large expanses of fair skin, and the woman seemingly unintentionally exposed her slender and delicate neck, her charming appearance alluring and pitiful.

It is both a show of weakness and submission, and a seduction into depravity.

"I have admired you, my lord, for a long time. This journey across mountains and rivers to the Teren Empire was also for you..."

With a deliberately affected tone, Saloel placed her hands lightly on her ample bosom, looking shy and bashful.

The lingering tears added to the woman's purity and fragility; her trembling body and alluring collarbone suggested she intended to display her superior charm in front of the knights and men.

After all, they were just young, lustful creatures driven by their lower bodies, Saloel thought to herself with amusement.

When she looked up expectantly, she saw the rows of knights standing silently, their faces unchanged, orderly and disciplined. Their gazes towards her showed no surprise, but rather a wary and serious expression.

This was quite different from some of the knights she had met before.

"..." The girl's smile froze. When she met the man's gaze again, she was still forced to take a few steps back by his indifferent gaze and increasingly cold aura.

Even before the man could speak again, the middle-aged man dressed as a knight behind him stepped forward slightly, gracefully performed a knightly salute, and said gently:
"Your Highness, please return to the central government first. Your final destination will naturally be decided by His Majesty the Emperor."

"That's a very tactful way of putting it," Yu Ci added quietly.

Over there, Saloel, who had been indirectly driven away, stood there stunned, her pretty and delicate face turning red and white in turns. She looked at the man with shame and indignation, trying to see him defend her.

As for this person...

Absolutely no action whatsoever!
Compared to her self-righteous acquiescence in getting close, his true acquiescence was to drive her away.

Furious, the princess, clutching the hem of her skirt, stumbled back to the center, forgetting even to perform her proper etiquette. This petty and ill-mannered behavior naturally caught the eye of Emperor Louis, who, high above, darkened his gaze, his previous fondness for women waning somewhat.

In contrast, the woman who remained obediently in the center from beginning to end was beautiful and graceful. Her crimson crinoline dress accentuated her fair skin and exquisite temperament.

She stood still, neither humble nor arrogant, gentle and natural; there was simply no fault to be found in her.

It's just a pity that his status is so lowly, making him suitable only to disgust that high and mighty man. Otherwise, he could be taken into the harem as a plaything...

Louis gazed at it wistfully, then reluctantly looked away.

“Since Lancelot has no interest in Princess Saloel, then I will make the decision for you.”

High above, the bulky figure slowly rose, holding the scepter in his hand like a cane, the bottom of which made a soft tapping sound.

He glanced at the woman with a frightened expression, then raised his hand and pointed to the woman beside her:

"Princess Yuci".

Following the etiquette she remembered, the woman who was summoned lowered her eyes, gently held the sides of her dress with her delicate hands, took a small step back with her left foot, and slightly bent her knees and bowed in greeting:
"Your Majesty is well."

Both original owners spoke fluent and standard Terren Empire language.

Her gentle, soft voice stirred a tingling feeling in Louis's heart.

He nodded in satisfaction, squinting his eyes:

"You will be betrothed to Duke Lancelot, and the wedding will be held on a chosen date. Hmm... the marriage application will be approved and delivered to your residence tomorrow; you only need to sign it."

Yu Ci lowered her eyes and said, "Your Majesty is wise."

This perfectly timed response was natural and impeccable in terms of etiquette.

If Saloel hadn't revealed her identity as soon as she entered the palace, he would have really thought that Yu Ci was the princess from a great nation.

While feeling regretful, Louis was clearly pleased with the woman's obedience, as his scheme had succeeded. Of course, he also did not forget another person involved in this marriage.

Looking at the man with a calm and unreadable expression, Louis smiled kindly: "I watched Lancelot grow up, he's practically my son now... Sigh, he's twenty, he should be settling down by now."

"If Haval and his wife were alive, they would surely be pleased."

Haver Hull, Lancelot's father.

Deep, sticky laughter filled the entire hall, and he was the only one laughing the most.

Beside her, Saloel, her face several shades paler, listened with near despair as the old emperor announced that she would become his thirty-sixth concubine.

Thirty-six...

She's only sixteen!

Perhaps she was furious, and disregarding the crowd around her, Saloel walked straight up to Yu Ci, turned sideways to Gao Wei, and grabbed her arm.

"Don't think you're having an easy time!"

She lowered her voice, her eyes gleaming with arrogance and domineering arrogance, "I'm waiting to see you make a fool of yourself."

Yu Guangzhong stood up, his tall figure rising. Saloel chuckled and said softly, "Ah... perhaps you'll be in a sorry state right now."

As they spoke, the man, surrounded by a group of knights, walked toward the door and brushed past the two of them.

Saloel stared at the figure with fascination, a smile playing on her lips as she pulled Yu Ci, whom she was seemingly holding in a friendly manner.

"Look, he even..."

"come over."

A deep, magnetic voice rang out, and Saloel's smile froze, thinking it was an illusion.

The man, who was about to walk out the door, suddenly stopped, turning his head to look at her. His deep blue gem-like eyes were cold and indifferent.

Whether it was because he was in a bad mood or something else, the man's brows furrowed slightly for a moment. He looked at Yu Ci and parted his thin lips slightly.

"come over."