Tonight is King Cent's birthday party.
Because it was not a big birthday, the guests were only some nobles and close ministers. All media reporters were rejected, and reports of nationwide fanatical worship were prohibited.
Fitz wanted to invite He Huan to join him, but was turned away every time.
For some reason, he always felt particularly uneasy tonight.
"Fitz, what do you think of the Duke of Cowherd's opinion?" The smile on Center's lips revealed a sense of majesty.
Princess Charlotte glanced at him worriedly, knowing that he was already quite unhappy.
"Fitz?" Charlotte called softly.
Fitz raised his eyes, and his slightly thoughtful gaze returned to its coldness: "I don't think so."
In order to surrender, Kaolan was willing to hand over half of his troops to him as a dowry for his son Yalian.
Normally, asking these nobles to lend some troops is as difficult as cutting off flesh, but now they are so generous. The Cowlan family is placing their entire future on him.
And the reason why Sente tried so hard to bring about a marriage with Kauran was because he coveted this military force.
Rather than a birthday banquet, it was more like a Hongmen Banquet where a marriage was forced upon one’s spouse.
Fitz's words not only humiliated the Cowherd family, but also froze the Duke and Duchess, as well as the Hicks and Yalian brothers. Even the smile on Sent's face seemed to be swept away by the wind, leaving only coldness and ruthlessness: "Fitz, you have been willful for a week and still refuse to change. Let me, as your father, make the right choice for you."
Fitz raised his chin, expressionless: "Father said I was willful, but I think you are too stubborn." As he spoke, he suddenly raised the corners of his mouth and glanced at the Cowherd family: "Since father wants to get the Cowherd's troops so much, why don't you marry into the Cowherd family yourself."
Center was furious: "Bastard!" He punched the cracked table with his fists and pretended to hit Fitz.
Duke Cowlan's face turned pale and blue. He was about to stand up and refuse the marriage proposal, but Yalian grabbed his arm.
Yalian shook her head gently at the Duke, her expression as calm as ever, as if everything was under his control.
The Duke glared at Fitz angrily, but Yalian smiled and whispered a few words to him. The Duke finally compromised and sat down angrily.
Cent took two steps to Fitz and was about to use force when he heard Marshal Xu Xianglei's loud laughter: "Your Majesty, I think Fitz said it very well. It is still uncertain who the future king of the empire will be. Duke Cowran, why do you bet on Fitz? Your Majesty is the real king of the empire now."
This sentence successfully stunned everyone. The Duke of Cowland's face turned from light red to black, and in the end he didn't know what expression to put on.
Hicks clenched his teeth in anger, but because of his low status, he had no right to speak and could only glare at Xu Xianglei.
Even Ya Lian, who had always been smiling, turned cold because of these words.
Instead, Senter's furious posture paused.
The scene was extremely awkward for a moment, as if the air around them had become thin and heavy.
Everyone's eyes fell on Senter at the same time.
Sent snorted heavily, looked back at the strange looks from everyone, and finally put away his fists, looking at the distant and defensive posture of Duke Cowland, and then turned his head to look down at his still unruly son. Sent said something coldly to reassure Duke Cowland: "I will immediately order someone to announce the prince's marriage in the name of the royal family, and the object can only be Duke Cowland's son Yalian."
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