"You finally decided to show up?"
"Your Old Ancestor summoned me. How could I dare not come?"
Originally, Lu PingAn had not planned to visit the Development Zone Administrative Committee—the government—but now it seemed he really could not avoid it.
"Old Ancestor? I have quite a few here. Which one exactly?"
"Heh, The One Who Cut the Ribbon. The one who was planning to marry you off to me. The one with the most say in your clan."
Crash!
The cup Wang Xi'er had been pouring water into shattered all over the floor. She stared at her uninvited friend in terror.
"I refused."
"Phew."
Wang Xi'er took a deep breath before truly coming back to herself.
The next moment, though, she frowned, looking rather displeased with Lu PingAn.
"Why did you refuse? I mean... cough, that's not what I meant. You know."
For some reason, the woman was a little angry. Watching the man before her lounge with one leg crossed over the other as he read the newspaper, apparently utterly unconcerned about the matter, only made her more annoyed.
"I wouldn't really care. It'd just be a formality and a title, anyway. But half your plans for the rest of your life would probably be finished."
Lu merely flipped a page of the newspaper. That casual remark put her somewhat at ease.
A married-off girl was like water spilled from a basin. If Wang Xi'er truly entered into a political marriage with Lu PingAn, then no matter how one looked at it, the Road to the Throne she had been striving for would have no hope at all.
Lu PingAn actually knew a little about this. Among the younger generation of the local Phosphorus People royal family, Wang Xi'er was considered the most accomplished. The profits from Green Planet