Interstellar Fairy Tale

The night gradually enveloped the Ivan Summer Palace, and the moonlight and stars were intertwined with the lights to form a gorgeous world. Cheerful notes flowed from the fingers of the court musicians, and the court attendants stood respectfully beside the richly patterned gate, and all the people were waiting for the arrival of the master of Ivan Summer Palace.

Soran Edrich was dressed in a silver-and-gold emperor's dress, with jewel-encrusted gold embellished in his silver hair, and the heels of his gold-painted boots hitting the marble floor, and the crowd in the banquet hall lined up. On both sides of the gate, the man leaned over and bent over, and the woman lifted her wide skirt to respectfully welcome the emperor's arrival.

Shang Ping followed behind Soran Edrich and took a deep breath. Not only once had he seen the enthusiasm of the people of the Empire for Soran Edrich, but he also knew how powerful he was as the Emperor of the Empire. However, the scene in front of him still made him hold his breath.

Whether it is a proud noble or a arrogant general, they must bow their heads in front of this man, and they express their surrender to him with a submissive attitude.

This is power...

Since ancient times, countless people have been fascinated by it. Shang Ping thought that he could take it calmly after having lived two lives, but sadly found that no matter how much experience he had, he could not restrain his natural desire for power, and no one could be exempted from the vulgarity.

Shang Ping suddenly stopped, Soran Edrich turned his head sideways, looked at Shang's somewhat stiff expression, slightly raised the corner of his mouth, and held Shang Ping's hand, both of them were wearing gloves, Shang Ping You can still feel the warmth of the emperor's palm.

"From now on, these will also belong to you."

The emperor's steps were firm and elegant, every step was like a measured distance. Shang Ping could only follow behind him, holding hands and never letting go, until the two walked through the long corridor of people and climbed to the third level. The steps stopped next to the emperor's throne.

After listening to the music, the nobles raised their heads and waited quietly.

Soran Edrich took Shang Ping's hand and put a unique bracelet on Shang Ping's wrist. The bright silver metal is engraved with patterns and badges representing the royal family, and several transparent diamonds are embellished in it, like water droplets splashing in a waterfall, shining like starlight.

"I, the ruler of the empire, gave Shang Ping the Edrich surname, and the wedding will take place in six months."

On June 28, 1129, the Galactic Calendar, in the second year of his accession to the throne, Emperor Soran Edrich of the Golden Empire announced that he was about to marry his concubine. All those present thought so, but the wedding in six months' time would surprise them.

The imperial aristocrats and high-ranking officials were silent for a moment, staring at the emperor, who was as beautiful as the stars, and the black-haired boy standing beside the emperor. The marshal and the others immediately raised their wine glasses and shouted, "Long live the emperor! Long live the new imperial concubine!"

At first, the congratulatory sound was a little weak, until more and more voices joined in, the artificial atmosphere of joy drove away the untimely silence and embarrassment, and even Empress Dowager Yilan showed a rare smile, Count Reichate even more. It is the high-ranking officials who represent the power center of the empire to congratulate the emperor and the concubine Xin.

The court musicians once again played a joyous dance, and as a tradition, the emperor and his concubine would dance for the banquet. Soran Edrich led Shang Ping to the center of the banquet hall and embraced Shang Ping's waist, only to find that the person in his arms was unusually stiff.

"What's wrong?"

Shang Ping was inexplicably sad, how could he tell Solan that he hadn't learned to dance at all!

Whether it was the teacher hired by the emperor or the court etiquette officer, they all ignored an important fact. Shang Ping was not born in the Golden Empire, nor was he educated by the imperial aristocracy. The court etiquette officer once gave a demonstration for Shang Ping. Shang Ping could fluently describe every detail of social dance, which just made the etiquette officer, who had to practice cramming teaching due to time constraints, forget what it means to talk on paper.

Your Excellency the etiquette officer was relieved, and at the same time completely ignored the difference between theory and practice, so all the theoretical knowledge was excellent, but Shang Ping, who barely passed the practical class of free fighting, successfully passed the test.

If Shang Ping knew that there was still this part of the banquet, he would definitely not fish in troubled waters. He thought that the banquet was just for eating, drinking, and forgiving the living environment of his two generations of civilians.

Shang Ping was hugged by Soran Edrich, looking at the emperor, silently with two tears.

His Majesty the Emperor will never bow his head to difficulties, and this is related to the face of the royal family. Finally, the emperor who believed that Shang Ping was smart enough to keep up with him was sad.

The picture of the tall and straight emperor standing together with the handsome black-haired boy is beautiful. But that doesn't mean things will be smooth sailing.

As a result, the nobles and high-ranking officials present saw the most incredible scene in their lives, and suffered an unbearable weight in their lives for this scene...

In the music, the emperor held the hand of the new concubine and danced gracefully. The smiling concubine stepped out with her left foot, and the emperor's right foot was stepped on; the smiling new concubine stepped out with her right foot, and the emperor's left foot was stepped on. ; The new emperor's eyes closed, and she simply put her feet out, the emperor's face turned green...

The nobles were stunned, and the high-ranking officials dropped their jaws.

Shouldn't the new concubine be forced to marry the emperor? This obviously aura is wrong, take the opportunity to take revenge...

Finally, the unbearable emperor raised his hand, and the attendant immediately signaled the court musicians to change the dance music that had already begun to change. In the passionate military music, Soran Edrich put his arms around Shang Ping's waist, and the other hand grabbed Shang Ping firmly. His arm, the icy gaze made Shang Ping begin to examine how sorry he was for him, just as Shang Ping lowered his head to examine, the emperor hugged the imperial concubine and took a sonorous dance step, Shang Ping was barely touching the ground by Solan. Edrich swirled, swirled, and just as he was dizzy and dizzy, the song finally finished. Soran Edrich and his new concubine set a precedent for the Empire, and military music has since become the opening dance of all court banquets in the Soran II era.

Is this dancing? Can dancing bring out the murderous aura?

The nobles and high-ranking officials who were shocked by the scene in front of them unconsciously clapped their hands, and in the neat and rhythmic applause, the emperor and the imperial concubine left the dance hall in honor.

In a corner of the banquet hall, a black-haired beauty in a long wine-red dress leaned against the wall and almost fell to the ground laughing. His male companion also had a distorted expression, but pulled him up when everyone regained consciousness.

"Goodwill, enough."

Goodwill wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and turned around, put one hand on Edgar's shoulder, got close to Edgar's ear, and whispered, "Edgar, my son is a treasure, absolutely. "

Edgar wanted to complain, but he didn't know where to start, so he just shut up.

Goodwill stopped the waiter, took down two glasses of wine, and watched everyone in the banquet hall begin to gather into small groups one after another. Although they were not clearly distinguished, they could see the boundaries between them. The emperor walked back to the throne, and Shang Ping sat down beside him. Immediately, an attendant served snacks and wine. It could be seen that the emperor didn't care about what happened just now, but Shang Ping acted very rigidly.

"Edgar, let's go see the baby."

Goodwill walked over with the wine glass and stopped, just so that Shang Ping could see him, but it would not attract the attention of others. Shang Ping really saw Goodwill and Edgar, his eyes widened in disbelief, and looking at his expression, he seemed to want to raise his hand and rub his eyes.

"What's wrong?"

A white hand pinched Shang Ping's chin, and Shang Ping, who was a little rude, looked at Soran Edrich, then looked at Goodwill and Edgar, "Your Majesty, did you give my father an invitation?"

"Yes." Soran Edrich followed Shang Ping's line of sight, and his eyes seemed to freeze.

"Your Majesty, this is really not a good idea."

"indeed."

"What now?"

"Just ignore it. Fortunately, you are not like your father."

"..." Shang Ping was speechless.

Goodwill's behavior is still a bit risky. He and Edgar are completely new faces to these imperial nobles. Of course, not all nobles and high officials know each other. The vast territory of the empire destined that some lords of remote galaxies rarely have the opportunity to appear in the Ivan Summer Palace. But to be able to participate in the emperor's banquet, the identity and background must not be underestimated. Some people also noticed the interaction between Goodwill and Shangping, and trouble naturally came to the door.

Baron Wilder twisted his fat body and walked over with his eyes almost squeezed by the fat, "This beautiful lady, please allow me to introduce myself, I am Baron Wilder, from the noble Jojo Roja family. It's a pleasure to see you. Which galaxy are you from? It seems that I haven't seen you before."

Who is this fat guy?

Goodwill has no memory of Baron Wilder in his mind. He has collected information on the current high-ranking officials and high-ranking nobles in the empire, but there is no information that any high-ranking noble or high-ranking official is fat.

Sure, this is a passerby.

Goodwill doesn't want to get in trouble, especially at this moment. But Baron Wilder didn't seem to want to leave, and Edgar couldn't do anything about it. He was a soldier, not a politician who was good at socializing.

"Baron Wilder, the Baroness is looking for you."

The timely appearance of Novi put Goodwill and Edgar out of trouble. Baron Wilder turned his head, and sure enough, he saw the Baroness gnashing his teeth not far away. Apparently, the Baroness regarded Wilder's behavior at the moment as an uneasy mess. For Baron Wilder, who is notoriously bad, it is not an injustice.

"Thank you very much."

Goodwill raised the glass to Novi with a smile, and Novi didn't seem surprised that he would appear here, and he didn't care about Goodwill's outfit. The few days he spent in the Free City Federation with Goodwill at the beginning had already built up an incomparably strong nerve for him. He smiled and touched the glass with Goodwill, then turned his attention to Edgar, "I'm a little surprised that you are here."

Meanwhile, Harlan? Edrich politely declined the invitation of a countess, turned around, and looked in the direction of Novi inadvertently. When his eyes fell on Edgar's face, Lord Cesha's face changed.