How much do you know?
Little President's eyes clouded with confusion.
He actually did not know much about his wife, because they had never had much contact to begin with.
The Federal Government had previously promised the International Community that once Little President turned twenty, they would let him return to Maliro and take over as Grand President.
All the people and institutions the Federal Government had previously sent to manage Maliro on his behalf would withdraw. In other words, once Little President turned twenty, the Federation would have to return its control over Maliro, just as it had promised.
But clearly, the Federal Government would not accept that. They had invested so much and spent so much money—were they really supposed to give it all up just because he turned twenty? Absolutely not! That was why they had come up with this plan: to make him get married.
If he was willing to cooperate with the Federal Government and handle these matters properly, he could safely live to the end.
If he refused to cooperate and insisted on forcefully reclaiming things that no longer belonged to him,
then he would have an accident, and his posthumous child would begin a new cycle.
So it did not matter who his wife was. What mattered was that he had a wife! The Top Tier Families were not interested in this plan. Only those families caught in the middle were interested.
They met at a ball.
For Little President to agree, the girl had to be very beautiful.
She had flaxen hair and light-blue eyes. It was said that she had one-eighth Maliro blood.
She was beautiful, with a good figure and a tall, slender build. If she were given a score, she would probably get between eighty-five and ninety points.
Her