Director Monte, Sellers' father, what is he doing here with the invitation? Could it be that the two families rumored to be feuding and about to reconcile are really Shalvet and Monte
Nalen was impatient with the secretive attitude of the other party, and said, "Sooner or later, if you have to say something, how many batches do you plan to divide?"
The attendant had a bitter face: "Director Mont seems to prefer the old prince..." After a pause for a few seconds, he said in a breath: "During these days... I come to visit every now and then."
Naren was puzzled: "Do you like it?"
The attendant shrank his neck and emphasized: "Rumours, rumors."
The old Prince Shalvet lost his wife in middle age, and the old director of Monte also divorced early. The two older elders were somewhat at odds when they were young, but they became warm when they were old. It is hard not to let people think about it.
Nalen didn't expect such an outrageous development, he knew very well that his father had no plans for Twilight Love.
Since the death of his spouse, the old prince brought up his two sons, and he lost the idea of chasing love early on, and got used to and enjoyed the retired life of a single old man.
As for the old director, Nalen had heard some things from Sayers: Mrs. Richer and Director Mont, each maintained a single status after divorce, and occasionally met for dinner.
How much imagination must it take to bring these two together
But... Reminiscent of the various public opinions on his body, Nalen sighed again: It is the times that create people's creativity.
He said coldly: "Don't believe in unnecessary rumors, and don't spread unfounded speculation."
The attendant was taken aback, and complained: "... I didn't want to spread it." It's you who are pressing me.
Naren asked calmly, "What about the invitation?"
The attendant peeked at him, bowed his head and said nothing.
Naren urged.
Attendant: "I only know the rumored version."
Nalen: "...say."
The attendant reluctantly said: "It seems that the two of you are going to make an announcement. The old prince accepted his invitation, isn't that an acceptance?"
Naren: "..."
The attendant asked curiously, "Did you really agree?"
…
Naren took a deep breath, waved his hand, and stopped the topic—wasting time gossiping about family with outsiders is really stupid.
The attendant who couldn't get an affirmative answer sighed regretfully.
Naren: "..."
Unhealthy trends are not tolerated, it is time to rectify the gossip atmosphere!
Naren, who got nothing, contacted his relatives and friends in the imperial capital. It only took ten minutes to send messages one by one, and exchanged some latest news with each other.
Xi Jin's fifth runaway from home was declared a failure. His Majesty the Emperor couldn't bear it, and sent a marriage request to the Zongxing people.
Ailida gave up his promising military position, applied for the civil servant examination in the imperial capital, and became the warden of the A-level detention center as he wished, but was chased and beaten for three days and three nights by the old earl who hated iron and steel.
Naren: "What's long?"
Eleda: "The warden."
Naren: "..."
"Don't worry, everything is fine." Elida seemed to smile, "I'm still waiting for your good news."
His low laugh sounded a little less personal, and more tristos-like.
Nalen thought to himself, if they get close, they will really be influenced by each other.
but-
"What the hell is the warden?" Such an ancient non-mainstream job is still left in an interstellar prison with fully automatic brain defense
Alida responded with a "hehe" laugh.
"..."
Naren had no way of knowing what was going on in the mind of that obviously restless, evil-minded bug. But what he can be sure of is that his little friend Elida still has a long way to go...
Transforming into a jailer or something sounds very serious.
There is no hope of reconciliation with such a status relationship!
"Well... I got a new car, do you want to go for a ride?"
Naren calmly proposed the invitation and decided to change the subject.
The brain that didn't get enough sleep last night should be tired and sleepy, but because of the impact of the car and marriage proposal, it is extremely excited at the moment. With the news of Leeda's job change, it is even more difficult to calm down.
Aleda’s voice was full of vicissitudes: “No, no, I’m motion sick recently.” The parting time did not dispel his shadow of “Speed”, he asked: “What kind of car is it? I remember you just bought it half a year ago one."
Naren coughed, and was going to introduce the situation of his car modestly.
Elida: "Forget it, in this respect, you are a bastard who loves the new and dislikes the old. No matter how affectionately you describe it now, it will not change the ending that you will easily change your mind in the future."
Naren: "...cars are changing too fast indeed."
Ailida said frankly: "Yes, at this rate, you will be reduced to a destitute pauper royal family."
Naren: "..." After staying with the three-stomach insect for a long time, his little friend has changed.
The pleasantries between the friends eventually ended without a problem.
Naren had the issue of the invitation in mind, and that invitation, which was only circulated in unfounded online messages and attendants, seemed to be hiding some deep secret.
Naren contacted his father and brother again, but the other party seemed unwilling to delve into this topic, claiming that this was just an ordinary party.
Curiosity does not occupy all of life, since you can't ask, let it be.
And the truth is often naughty, it will play hide-and-seek tricks when people are struggling to find it; it will also jump out to scare people when they choose to forget.
That day, two days after Sayers proposed, Naryn received a letter. When he opened it, the invitation card printed with classical fancy characters appeared in sight, and the hollowed-out rose flower gold ornaments reflected a light luster. He didn't have to look for the mysterious and weird "golden invitation card", but delivered it to the door by himself.
He opened the invitation, and the text on it was extremely concise, indicating the time and place, plus a few basic polite words.
The terminal lights up in due course for Sayers' comm request.
"Honey, did you get the invitation?"
Naren vaguely smelled a hint of conspiracy: "What did you do behind my back?"
Sells: "Turn it over and look at the cover."
Nalen flipped the invitation card over and looked around. At a certain corner, he saw a line of elegant hot gold fonts: "Party... Inviting party, Monte?"
"It's just a meeting between Monte and Shalvet. If you want, we can just announce something at the meeting. Of course... if you don't want to, it will simply be a friendly banquet between the two families."
Seth's voice came from behind.
Naren turned around and saw the familiar Marshal standing at the gate of his house with a smile on his face.
"Send you to work." Searles was dressed in formal attire, looking more handsome than usual, "If I had known that I would be in your hand with the invitation, I would have delivered it myself."
Nalen looked at the invitation in his hand, then at Sells who was walking towards him, and said indifferently, "I'll just go by myself, and Hani will send me off."
Sells frowned: "Who is Hani?"
The prince pointed at the car in front of the door.
Sells: "…"
Naren shook the invitation: "I accept it first."
Surprisingly, he didn't continue to ask? Sells hesitated to speak, he was full of manuscripts and had nothing to say. After looking at it for a long time, he confirmed that there was no trace of curiosity in those gray-green eyes. He said cheekily, "Then baby, send me to the military headquarters."
Nalen didn't speak, and raised his chin to remind Sells: "Is it not on the way?"
The marshal refused to follow him, and leaned over, wanting to kiss his partner, but was rewarded with a backhand push.
"Where is the gate?"
The prince's attitude of refusal was very firm, and a pair of sharp eyes were fixed on Sells as if with substance.
After a while, the marshal surrendered: "The matter of the party..."
Nalen: "Huh?"
"I'll give you an explanation."
Hearing this, the prince did not show any emotional changes, turned around and walked towards "Haney".
The marshal was a little panicked.
His original intention was to create a surprise, and he even insisted on himself in order to achieve the final effect.
But Naren seemed unhappy.
This made the Marshal, who has zero emotional experience, have to reflect on it. He must know that he is still figuring out how to control surprises.
Sells followed and squeezed into the passenger seat.
The car window moved up slowly, and the window with a special film covered all the interior scenes.
Before Sels could sit still, he felt a pressure coming from his body.
"To make it public..." Naren said seriously with downcast eyes, "Yes."
Sells: "…"
Seeing that he didn't respond, Naren emphasized, "I'm ready."
Apart from the troublesome followers of Searles who are all-pervasive, it is not difficult to open a relationship in front of the elders. His father is very open-minded in this regard (the old prince:!!!), and the relatives and friends around him are also rational enough (Alida: ???), even if he doesn't like being talked about, but the few times in his life Protagonist dramas, such as graduation ceremonies, such as marriages, are always discussed a few times.
Sells: "Naron?"
Nalen, who was named, gave him a trusting pat on the shoulder, his eyes sparkled: "I hope what you have prepared will not disappoint me."
Sells: "…"
On that day, Mr. Marshal, who was under a sudden increase in pressure, continued to make "surprises" all night without sleep.
Three days later, the banquet of the two families finally arrived as scheduled.
The time for the banquet was at night, and the place was Vatican City in the center of the imperial capital. Vatican City is not a city, but a classical building with a vast area, formerly known as the Old Royal Palace. After the royal family moved, it was left vacant, and after hundreds of years, it was renovated and became a club building with unique historical significance.
Asha's state banquets often choose this location, but all important banquets will be held here. Naturally, the meeting between the two families this time is not on the level of a state banquet, but it is also grand enough.
Sells brought Naren to the meeting place early, glanced around, and probably knew that all the invitations sent out had taken effect, and everyone had come.
Beside the round table in the center, the old silver-haired Prince Charvie was looking at his eldest son silently. Because they were unwilling to face the facts easily, one of them retreated to the countryside, and the other moved out of the house one after another. Afraid that Naren would come back and tell them some sad news. So it was not until last night that they slowly returned to the imperial capital...
As a result, the youngest son/brother was not at home! ! !
Naren, who "didn't return all night while the family was away", appeared with Sells... what else did they not understand.
The old prince forced a smile.
Not far away, the old director caught a glimpse of the depressed Angri, and sat beside him excitedly.
Ever since his son revealed to him that he was leaving the singles, Old Monte experienced a trance-shock-excited emotional precipitation within a few seconds. He never thought that his future in-laws would be this old guy, but the two children were indeed a good match. As a father, he slowly accepted the fact and became proactive.
"Why are you sitting here?"
The old prince squinted at him and said nothing.
Old Monte smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Oh, come, let's drink with you."
The old prince felt sad, raised his wine glass, and drank it down in one gulp.
In order not to be an enlightened father who interfered too much in his children's love affairs, he came to the party every step of the way, and every step made him heartbroken!
At the next table, a well-behaved young man asked in a daze, "Grandpa, am I out of luck?"
The old Marshal Hals rubbed his little grandson's head comfortingly: "There are tens of thousands of young talents in the empire, and this one is not bad."
"But this one looks the best."
Hals: "... Feelings cannot be judged by appearance."
"Love without the support of beauty, don't worry about it."
Old Marshal Hals rolled up his sleeves and slapped his grandson on the forehead, "Shallow!"
The superficial young man begged his grandfather to take him to sit there, wanting to observe his sweetheart's father up close.
Hals sighed, squeezed into the old prince's table with a shy face.
Angry Chalvet's eyes quickly locked on the thin young man.
Old Monte also said, "Uncle, this is your grandson? He looks really good."
The little young man's eyes flashed, and his face flushed with a smile: "Hello, Uncle Monte."
There are even a pair of cute little dimples when he smiles.
Old Monte also smiled: "Hello, this kid!" He is cute, harmless to humans and animals, and has a nice voice when called out to people.
The old prince who was left on the sidelines interjected sinisterly: "Oh, he is Little Monte's suitor."
Ya Ming's eyes flashed with indifference all the way, and he transformed from a non-existent background wall into a cold poisonous snake, and he seemed to spit out snake letters towards the young people who squeezed in.
Old Monte's smile froze at the corner of his mouth.
I almost forgot this, Hals did mention that his little grandson took a fancy to his own cub
Then look at the in-laws and the family, all of them are aggressive... The old prince's face is serious, Yamin's eyes are oppressed, under the double pressure, Hals' grandson opened his innocent big glasses, lowered his head in fear, and didn't even dare to sell his cuteness.
Hals felt distressed, and just wanted to say a few words to support his grandson—
"Yes... I really like to learn, to be a senior." With his grandfather sitting behind him and his idol's father in front of him, little Hals gritted his teeth to die.
A cold light flashed across Yaming's eyes, "Oh? Senior."
Little Hals's courage is like a balloon inflated to the extreme, and it will burst when he pokes it. He replied with a bitter face: "I just like it."
Yaming was noncommittal: "I liked it."
Little Hals: "..."
Seeing that his grandson was being frightened, the old marshal was not happy. I thought to myself, this father and son are really smaller than the tip of a needle.
"Ha, ha, the biggest advantage of my son is his single-mindedness, Angori." At the critical moment, the old director spoke, lowered his voice and held down his new friend, and said softly, "Don't put a hat on my son. He's okay."
The grandparents of Hals: "..."
Xia Erwei just nodded, with a neither humble nor overbearing attitude.
The old director coughed and was about to say something to ease the atmosphere when his eyes fell not far ahead and he stood up abruptly.
His anomaly caught the attention of the old prince, who also followed his gaze, and happened to meet the graceful Mrs. Richer. She smiled and winked at the old prince.
Old Monte sat back in his seat in silence, his eyes rolling quietly between his ex-wife and his new friend.
"Hey, Angeli, you are still as energetic as when you were young." Mrs. Richer naturally sat on the other side of the old prince, speaking in an easy-going tone, as if she was greeting an old friend.
The ignored old Monte opened his mouth, feeling complicated and entangled.
At this time, the aloofness inherited from the Xiaerwei family was manifested. The old prince was unmoved by the beauty, and replied peacefully: "Madam."
Mrs. Richer frowned slightly, as if she was hurt by his indifferent attitude.
She stretched out her hand and lightly touched the other person's shoulder, took the wine glass with the other hand, tilted her head slightly and saluted, "For our long-lost reunion, and for our bond."
"Peng—"
A table of people turned their heads to look at Old Monte, he lifted the wine glass that had fallen on the table: "Hands are slippery."
Mrs. Richer glanced at him with a chuckle, and continued to toast Sharvie slowly: "Where did you just say? Angry, I'm so glad to see you today. We need to walk around a lot in the future."
The old prince: "... Nice to meet you too, ma'am."
Old Monte looked at his ex-wife, and then at Sharvie. At that moment, he thought of some terrible picture.
After finishing her drink, Mrs. Richer put down her glass: "My in-laws."
The old prince: "..."
Old Monte: "..."
Old Monte's mood seemed to be loosened suddenly.
This woman who studies shopping malls is very good at mobilizing the atmosphere. Faced with the Shalvet-style indifferent aura, instead of being isolated, she enjoys herself. The ex-husband looked at his wife who was more charming than when he was young, and coughed: "Why are you here?"
Richer stopped chatting with his future in-laws, his expression became calm, "Of course I can't miss every important occasion in my son's life."
"What occasion?" Little Hals asked curiously.
Mrs. Richer motioned Old Monte to look around: "Don't you feel that the number of people present is far greater than those invitations you sent out?"
Old Monte noticed the abnormality: "What's going on?"