According to the rules of the White Emperor clan and the traditions of the entire Demi-human race, if one could not cultivate the Imperial clan's techniques to the highest level, they would not have the right to inherit the throne.
In the past tens of thousands of years, there had been no exceptions, and there had never been a Monster Princess who was able to cultivate the Imperial Cultivation Method to the highest level.
If there were no other princes, then the royal family would conduct a groom selection. The son-in-law would be conferred the title of prince, and after cultivating the royal cultivation method to the highest level, he would become the successor to the demon race's throne.
Princess Luoluo's marrying was a matter that many of the Demi-human subjects thought was natural. Who she married was the true crux of the matter.
Because the man she had chosen was very likely to be the next White Emperor.
Xuanyuan Po didn't see it that way.
He and Princess Luo Luo were both students of the Tradition Academy and also Chen Chang Sheng's patients.
He knew better than anyone that the problem with Luo Luo's meridian channels had long been cured by Chen Chang Sheng. As long as she was given enough time, she could obviously cultivate the Imperial family's techniques to the highest level. At that time, she would be the indisputable next White Emperor, why would there be a need for a marriage?
Alright, even if Princess Luoluo became the next White Emperor, she would still get married.
Xuanyuan Po sat on a rock on the bank of the Red River. Suddenly, he felt that his face was slightly wet.
Raindrops fell along with the morning breeze.
The sky wanted to rain, and Her Highness wanted to marry, these were all natural things.
But why do I feel so sad?
Of course, it was not because he had unknown feelings for Her Highness.
He was a member of the Tradition Academy, and Her Highness was the Vice Principal of the Tradition Academy. He had the responsibility to protect Her Highness.
He knew that Her Highness did not want to marry anyone else.
If something happened to her, how could he face Chen Chang Sheng?
How much would Zhexiu look down on him?
Would Su Mo Yu cross his name off the list?
And … … Tang Thirty Six's mouth.
Thinking about that, Xuanyuan Po felt quite terrified, and his face became somewhat pale.
"Your Highness, I won't let you get married!"
He punched the stone beside him hard.
His right arm had shrunk quite badly and seemed to have no strength at all. There was moss on the stone and it only made a light sound.
Only by looking closely would one be able to vaguely see that under his sleeves, there were countless extremely faint electric threads winding around his arm.
Xuanyuan Po left the banks of the Red River.
An hour later.
A clap of thunder boomed from the shore of the Red River.
The storm intensified.
The hard rock on the shore cracked in the middle and fell into the river with a rumbling sound.
The moss on the surface of the stone was burnt to death.
…
…
It had been four years since he had returned to the Imperial City from the capital.
Luoluo's life was very normal.
Just like when he was young, he lived in luxury, learned cultivation, learned the zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting.
Other than worrying about Chen Changsheng and those old friends of the Orthodox Academy, nothing else could affect her mood.
Her smile was still so sweet, and her eyes were still so lively, as if they could speak.
Today, Princess Luoluo will be learning the Law Sword of the Mount Li Sword Style.
In these years, Chen Chang Sheng had only sent her one letter, but that letter was very long and contained a lot of words.
In that letter, Chen Chang Sheng had carefully arranged her five years of homework.
From this point of view, although Chen Chang Sheng wasn't particularly competent as a teacher, it couldn't be said that he didn't put in any effort.
As for why he wanted to learn the Mount Li Sword Style, it was because Chen Chang Sheng felt that the Mount Li Sword Style was the best, and it just so happened that the secrets of the Mount Li Sword Style were in Luoluo's hands.
The morning wind carried drops of rain against the window. Luoluo's gaze left the sword manual and fell upon the window. She looked at the drizzling rain, but also seemed to look into the distance beyond the rain.
In these four years, she had been extremely diligent in her studies, not missing a single moment.
As long as she could grasp the Law Sword of the Mount Li Sword Sect, the homework Chen Chang Sheng had arranged for her was about to be finished.
This was a full year ahead of the estimated time in that letter.
If I finish learning all this, Teacher will come to see me, right? At the very least … he should write another letter and give me new homework.
Luoluo silently thought, then calmed her mind and continued to read the sword manual.
Guardian Li gazed at her with doting eyes, both proud and distressed.
The raindrops lightly tapped against the window, and the sounds of kneeling and footsteps could be heard.
Luoluo froze for a moment, then raised her head to glance. Letting out a happy cry, she rushed over.
She hugged Madam Mu's arm and lightly shook her head, sweetly smiling. She seemed to be acting coquettishly, but it was more of longing and closeness.
Madam Mu smiled as she caressed her face and warmly said a few words of concern.
After some idle talk, Luoluo began to ask for guidance on some of the problems in cultivation, which Madam Mu earnestly answered.
Time passed slowly like this.
Madam Mu left.
Luoluo gazed in the direction in which she had vanished, the smile on her face gradually fading. For some reason, she seemed rather sad.
"Has it really been confirmed?"
"Yes, it's already spread throughout the city … the source should be the guards of the Abyssal Pearl Pavilion."
Luoluo's sadness was that Madam Mu had not even told her.
She gazed at Guardian Li and asked hopefully, "Is it possible for Father to leave seclusion in half a year?"
Guardian Li whispered, "Probably not."
In that heaven-shaking battle between the White Emperor and the Demon Lord on the snowy plains to the north of Mount Han, both sides suffering heavy injuries.
The Demon Lord had been forced off the throne by the alliance of Black Robe and the Demon Commander, thrown into the abyss, and finally killed by his own son in the snowy mountains using the starry sky.
The White Emperor's injuries were similarly severe, and he had gained some enlightenment in this battle. Upon returning to White Emperor City, he began to cultivate in seclusion, recuperating from his injuries in the hopes of advancing a step further.
Up until now, this peerlessly domineering Demon Race Supreme Being had not appeared for five years.
Luoluo gazed at the awe-inspiring lines on the sword manual. After a moment of silence, she asked, "What about Guardian Jin?"
"The guard is still very strict. If you want to get in touch with him, it will be very difficult not to be discovered."
Guardian Li hesitated for a moment, then added, "Even if you can get in touch with Guardian Jin, he can't do anything."
"Reasonable."
Luoluo asked, "Is Xuanyuan Po still in that small tavern?"
Guardian Li couldn't help but smile at the mention of Xuanyuan Po. "And he comes to the palace every day to look at the menu."
Luoluo smiled. "Send someone to keep an eye on him. If he tries anything, knock him unconscious and send him back to the capital."
Guardian Li softly assented, then couldn't help but sigh.
Luoluo had an extremely noble status, but now that her mother wanted to control her, she had no helper.
The only person who could help her, the bear youth who had always wanted to help her, she could not bear for him to be trapped in a perilous situation because of her.
"Do you know what I fear the most?" Luoluo whispered.
Guardian Li froze.
Luoluo fell quiet for a while, then said, "What I fear the most is that if Mother does this, isn't she afraid that Father will get angry?"
This was also something that Guardian Li had never understood.
"If Mother is not worried, then there are only two possibilities. One possibility is that the feelings they've shared for several centuries are fake, and Mother will harm Father. The most terrifying possibility is that Father also knows of this matter. "
As she said this, Luoluo's expression was rather perplexed, appearing extremely helpless and weak.
Guardian Li finally couldn't help but ask, "Your Highness, why have we not sent a letter to the humans?"
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