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

Chapter 122 The Cold Knight of the Western Noble Family (17)

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have some very exciting news to announce!"

Louis above had been rambling on for a while, having finished his pleasantries. His cloudy eyes swept around, and he casually pulled the beautiful young woman beside him into his arms.

Louis: "My wife, Princess Saloel—is pregnant!"

The news caused an uproar of surprise among the crowd.

After all, the legend that Emperor Louis of the Teren Empire was over fifty years old and had no children was well known. Why is it a legend and not evidence?
That's because no one dared to question the emperor of a great nation.

The crowd looked at each other, and one person took the lead in curtsying, followed by another group of people curtsying.

The vast main hall was like a series of undulating waves, and in the blink of an eye, it was filled with a dense crowd of kneeling people.

Congratulations, excitement, prayers, and weeping filled the air as royals, nobles, and merchants from all over the world seemed to be filled with pride and excitement for the future heir to the Teren Empire.

Looking at it, Yu Ci felt as if all the actors in the world were here.

Saloel glanced down at the people kneeling before her with a smug look, but her expression turned cold when she looked at a certain corner.

The handsome, aloof man had his arm around the girl, and the two of them stood quietly to one side, looking as if it were none of their business.

Even that little henchman named Mel didn't kneel down!
Thinking of how the two had already signed their marriage application and officially become husband and wife, recalling Lancelot's biased act of covering up for her, and then thinking of how she was being tormented day and night by this disgusting old man beside her, a nameless fire surged into her chest!

She shouted, "Why aren't you kneeling!"

The woman's voice was shrill, even drowning out the voices of the others.

"How bold!" Yu Ci raised an eyebrow, holding up the small cake in her hand and casually feeding it to Lancelot beside her.

When everyone's eyes turned to this, they saw this horrifying scene.

The beauty feeds him, the knight lowers his head, his fingertips touching her thin lips, tender yet natural.

Is this what you call being a germaphobe?!

This is what they call "Keep Out"?!
Ah? ? ?
When they faced Lancelot, the shocked crowd trembled and shrank back, unable to look any longer.

Intelligent people know perfectly well who is in charge of the Teren Empire.

Just like Ryukyu had a regent and Terren had Lancelot, the so-called emperors were nothing but empty puppets.

At this point, the woman dared to speak back, only because she was pregnant.

The questioning went unanswered. Whether out of anger or annoyance, Saloel was about to speak again when Louis, standing beside her, coldly stopped her.

"Your Majesty!" He was still unwilling to give up.

"Alright!" Louis said impatiently, calling to the maids behind him, "Escort the princess back."

Lancelot was already annoyed that Louis was being ignored, and the fact that the people around him were so inconsiderate made Louis lose face in public.

If it weren't for the fact that she was pregnant... Louis frowned, cleared his throat, and smiled kindly again:
"The princess is still a child at heart, Duke, please don't mind her."

Lancelot lowered his eyes and did not respond. He fed the girl the pastry in his hand and then took out a handkerchief to carefully wipe the corner of her mouth.

Everyone: "..."

The earnest and gentle touch made everyone feel like they were seeing a ghost.

"..."

Louis's forehead veins bulged, but he suppressed his anger and embarrassment, forcing a smile to signal everyone to continue singing and dancing.

In the shadows of the corner, a man with deep peach-colored eyes looked at the beautiful couple, his wine glass swirling in his hand, a slow smile slowly curving his lips, and he tilted his head slightly, letting out a soft, enigmatic chuckle.

The banquet continued, filled with singing and dancing.

As the familiar music began to play, the gentlemen around started inviting the women next to them to join in.

Just as Yu Ci swallowed the last bite of pastry, a long, slender hand wearing a white glove reached into her line of sight.

Meeting those deep blue eyes, Yu Ci understood immediately. She smiled and joined the man in the center of the dance floor.

Compared to the previous two nights, the two were clearly more in sync this time. With each step and turn, each bend and twist, the beautiful woman's red dress fluttered, making her look stunning and radiant, while the knight's figure was tall, slender, aloof, and noble.

Gradually, the people around them stepped aside, and all kinds of eyes were fixed on the two main characters in the center.

“(Stunning) What an absolutely beautiful woman! (Sighing) It’s just a pity that her background is not worthy of the Duke of Terren…”

“(Lingering over it repeatedly) Hmm… this color, it wouldn’t be bad to marry her and play with her.” The group of gentlemen looked at each other and teased each other.

"(Signature with heart emoji) Lord Lancelot is so handsome, I wonder if he has a wife yet..."

"...? What are you talking about? He's holding the one who's dancing."

(Gives a knowing smile) Oh, I know, but it's also possible...

A murmur followed, then shy laughter.

As Mel listened and watched, her expression shifted like a palette of colors.

As the music ended, applause erupted.

Yu Ci was helped up by Lancelot and returned to her original spot. The music in the hall started again, and groups of men and women began the next round.

"Are you tired?" Lancelot asked hoarsely.

Upon hearing this, Yu Ci shook her head.

The main event is yet to come.

"Lord Lancelot..."

Behind them, "Ronesh" looked at the girl and then at the man, her face full of flattery, "We haven't seen Ci'er for a long time, and we'd like to catch up alone. I wonder... if that's alright?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Ci translated what was said.

Mel looked up sharply.

She raised an eyebrow and looked at Lancelot.

The latter showed no expression, but looked down at her for a long time and said, "If you want to go, then go."

“My lord…” Mel frowned, hesitating to speak.

Knowing there was something wrong, how could they still let her go?

You trust her that much?

Yu Ci lingered on the man's face, trying to discern other emotions. After a long while, she prepared to step away, but was pulled back by a force and stopped in place.

Yu Ci looked down at the large hand that was holding her tightly: "?"

"..." His blond hair was scattered, obscuring the expression in Lancelot's eyes. He pursed his lips, released his hand, and said in a hoarse voice, "Go."

Having witnessed the entire process, "Ronnesh" was scheming a thousand times over, yet he still smiled warmly and affectionately, pulling Yu Ci aside respectfully, and said:

"Oh my, they're really like newlyweds! They can't be apart for even a moment!"

"We will bring Ci'er back safely, please rest assured, sir!"

After saying that, he chuckled and pulled the girl beside him away, not giving her another chance to talk.

"My dear Ci'er, your father misses you very much."

Weaving through the crowd, "Ronesh" maintained her dignified stepmother persona, occasionally patting the girl's hand with a sigh, "Your father...sigh..."

"Winnie," who was standing nearby, chimed in at the opportune moment: "Good little sister, look at your big sister's belly?"

With a smug and arrogant look on her face, Yu Ci raised an eyebrow, marveling at how lifelike she was; she even knew that Winnie had stolen the original owner's man.

Tsk tsk.

This world is a giant Hengdian World Studios; you can find an actor anywhere you pick up.

Following the group around, they soon entered a room on the second floor.

As the door closed, the actors who had been performing instantly returned to normal.

Among them, "Ronneshi" nodded to Yuci, indicating that she should go into the inner room to talk.

"Lord Anvina is waiting for you."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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