Moves

Chu Zhiyuan accepted the imperial decree with a face as dark as water.

Fu Zheng followed him back into the courtyard and asked in confusion, "Your Highness, isn't this a good thing?"

"A good thing," Chu Zhiyuan said blandly.

"Then..." Fu Zheng's lovely jade-like face was full of bewilderment.

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head.

It had originally been a marriage alliance between two dynasties, yet now the Phoenix Dynasty had decided to move the wedding forward with a single word.

It was clearly a unilateral decision. Otherwise, there would have been no need to announce an imperial decree; the Jade Scenery Dynasty's First Prince would have notified him instead.

This was the habit of looking down from on high, disregarding the Jade Scenery Dynasty.

Though he was displeased, he also knew that circumstances were stronger than men. The only blame lay with the Jade Scenery Dynasty for being too weak.

So this trace of displeasure could only be buried in his heart, not spoken aloud.

Fu Zheng could not understand his thoughts.

The common people of the Jade Scenery Dynasty had also grown accustomed to the Phoenix Imperial City acting this way and saw nothing improper in it.

"Your Highness, the wedding is about to take place," Fu Zheng said excitedly. "You'll officially become the Imperial Son-in-Law. You should be happy."

"Mm, happy," Chu Zhiyuan said.

Fu Zheng could not see any happiness in him and said helplessly, "Being able to marry the Twelfth Princess is a blessing countless people could only envy. What man in the world wouldn't envy you?"

Chu Zhiyuan smiled.

Her words were somewhat exaggerated, but not excessively so.

She was beautiful enough to put immortals to shame, peerless in grace, noble in status, blessed with unparalleled aptitude and the Divine Race Bloodline, and even had