 Chapter 7: You’ve Liked Him for a Long Time
Xia Dao put away her dagger and resumed her usual innocent demeanor, smiling at Shen Zhao:
“Young Master, I’ll go bring you a glass of milk.”
[Note! Some viewers think the male lead is not friendly, and the viewership has declined.]
Shen Zhao’s breath had not yet eased when he pulled it back.
The hard-earned viewership had suddenly dropped back to the original level.
There were still many viewers who liked Feng Ming.
Before he could react, the marriage certificate in the young man’s hand was taken away.
“Why doesn’t Du Xun, this kid, know how to smile? It’s such a joyous day.”
“My son looks better, that Du Xun brat, he really lucked out, hmph.”
The issue of viewership could not be rushed, so Shen Zhao set it aside for later research and said:
“I’ll go to the palace tonight to talk to the Queen about this matter.”
“No need, Her Majesty already knows, and she agrees.”
Father Shen returned the marriage certificate to Shen Zhao and ruffled the soft hair of the young omega, finally heaving a sigh of relief.
The Queen had always been very tolerant of him.
Shen Zhao recalled that from the age of ten to fifteen, he had received formal aristocratic education by the Queen’s side.
He still remembered the Queen’s soft, flaxen hair and scarlet lips.
When she ordered the execution of a certain traitor, the corners of her lips curled slightly upward.
There were not many female alpha in the Empire, and after the Empress Consort Ming passed away, her whereabouts were unknown.
Feng Ming was her second son, inheriting her and Consort Lai’s beauty.
He was also the most promising among all the imperial princes and princesses.
However, the Queen had always indulged Shen Zhao.
There were no omega imperial princes in the palace, so she was especially fond of the young man.
The Queen could not have been unaware that Feng Ming had a love interest – yet she still agreed to his marriage to Feng Ming.
Clearly, everything was not as naively innocent as he had once thought.
Perhaps the royal family wanted to seize military power.
“What are you thinking about, Young Master?” Xia Dao’s light voice broke Shen Zhao’s contemplation, and she brought the young man a glass of sweetened milk.
Shen Zhao shook his head.
It seemed there were many things he did not understand.
After submitting some basic information, Shen Zhao received a notice of admission qualification.
The ratio of test takers to accepted students was 1,000:1, no less daunting than a thousand soldiers crossing a single plank.
There was more than a month left before the entrance exam.
Shen Zhao prepared to enter closed-door training.
Before entering the closed chamber, Xia Dao brought some news.
“Yesterday, the Second Prince went back and told His Majesty about this matter. For the sake of the royal family’s reputation, the wedding will proceed as scheduled today.”
Shen Zhao put away his tactical dagger and wiped the sweat. The omega’s sweat had no other scent, only a faint fragrance of pheromones. A soft towel was lightly scented with the ethereal aroma of lotus flowers.
“About him, the one the Second Prince likes, what was his name again? Qing…?”
“Xun Qing,” Xia Dao filled in.
“Right, is it him?”
Xia Dao nodded angrily, standing up for her young master.
Shen Zhao understood. Xun Qing, the weak and delicate white moonlight, the male lead’s omega love interest with the failing glands.
Without his interference, the male lead and his partner had indeed got together early on.
“Send a wedding gift in my name.”
“Young Master, how can you be so kind? The Second Prince clearly-“
Shen Zhao waved his hand, not wanting to continue this topic.
He prepared to train his ability to control his pheromones.
Suddenly, a commotion was heard outside the door.
The next moment, the door swung open. An alpha strode in, glancing at Xia Dao.
Xia Dao, intimidated by the alpha’s cold aura, immediately retreated obediently.
“Wasn’t I supposed to go to the military department today?”
Shen Zhao looked up at the man in the shadows, realizing he was a head taller.
“You didn’t go?”
Du Xun’s lips were pressed tightly, his gaze sharp.
As if he wanted to ask something.
Shen Zhao paused: “Where?”
“The wedding.” Du Xun’s expression was unreadable, but Shen Zhao could feel he was not in a very good mood:
“As far as I know, you’ve liked him for a long time.”
[…]
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