After hearing the Demon Lord's words, Luoluo walked to the observation platform and quietly thought for a very long time.
The moist wind blowing from the Red River stirred the hot mist in the streets of White Emperor City, cooling the populace.
She remembered that she had once discussed a similar topic with her teacher in the Orthodox Academy, but she had forgotten what her teacher had said.
How should she choose?
At this moment, the ceremonial music at Whalefall Platform came to a sudden halt. Several fierce Qis soared into the sky, and then there was a violent tremor.
A battle had suddenly erupted among the Beast Guards responsible for guarding the Imperial City, but it was quickly suppressed.
The white flowers on the ground trembled and the distant stone steps were dyed red with blood. One could faintly make out several Beast Guards being dragged away, their fates unknown.
Before the Beast Guards were subdued, they had loudly shouted these words, and Luoluo had heard them loud and clear.
Her Highness could not be married. This was the voice that they would rather die than let out.
Luoluo turned to the Demon Lord and said, "I will not marry you."
The Demon Lord asked, "Just because of these stupid and loyal guards?"
Luoluo replied, "It's related to them, but the most important reason is that I don't like you, so how can I marry you?"
The Demon Lord thought this over, then said, "These words are very reasonable. I actually can't find any words to refute them."
Luoluo said, "But you naturally won't stop here."
"Correct, I will still let you marry me, even if you don't like it. Because marriage, especially our marriage, might be related to the picturesque scenery of the world, to the peace of the continent, but it has nothing to do with something like liking. "
The Demon Lord calmly gazed at her and said, "In addition, on the day we get married, I will kill Xuanyuan Po as a gift to you."
Luoluo's face paled at these words.
If this marriage could not be broken, he would not need to personally act. He only needed to make a request for Xuanyuan Po to die.
Because this was the sincerity that the demons had every right to demand from White Emperor City.
Although Xuanyuan Po was a descendant of the Bear tribe, his more important identity was that of a student of the Orthodox Academy.
If the Yao race killed Xuan Yuan Po, with Chen Chang Sheng's personality, there would be no room for reconciliation.
The demons could propose more conditions, such as massacring the embassy of the Great Zhou Dynasty and the Taoist Temple of the Western Wastes. They could also make it impossible for the humans and demons to recover. However, the situation on the continent would deteriorate rapidly, which was not what the demons and demons wanted to see.
In this regard, the Demon Lord had not lied. He truly did hope for peace.
Not until he and his people were strong again.
The blood on the stone steps was quickly washed away by the servants and maids.
The ceremonial music from the Whalefall Terrace rang out once more.
Several Grand Scholars of the Demi-human Court and important ministers walked out of the hall in two rows.
The bright yellow letter of credence was placed on a vermillion plate and then held in the hands of the highest-ranking Yao Supervisor in the Imperial City.
Madam Mu walked up to Luoluo, her expression solemn and serene. Just like the black and gold waves patterned on her robe, she was extremely luxurious and dignified.
Luoluo said, "Mother."
Madam Mu said, "My daughter is about to be married. I truly am somewhat reluctant."
When she said this, her expression was very calm, which meant that she would not allow any rejection.
"I will not marry."
Luoluo's voice was also very calm, which meant that she would not accept.
Madam Mu looked at her and said, "You should be well aware that the ancestral spirits accepted him yesterday."
Luoluo replied, "The ancestral spirits accepted him, but I will not, because the one to be married is me, not the ancestral spirits."
Madam Mu asked, "Even if he is the Heavenly Chosen?"
Luoluo replied, "The Heavenly Chosen is not my choice, so there is no meaning."
Madam Mu gazed at the gradually dispersing fog in the streets and slowly said, "If you insist on not accepting this marriage, the alliance between the two races will be very difficult to continue. Not to mention how many people will die in the future, just right now, the Demi-human race is highly likely to split. How many of the people living in this city will never be able to see the Celestial Tree again?"
Luoluo was quiet for a while, then said, "Mother, in the end, you still do not treat this place as your home."
Madam Mu asked, "Why do you still insist on this view?"
Luoluo replied, "Because you have no feelings for this city. You will use the people living in this city to threaten your daughter."
A deep weariness appeared in Madam Mu's eyes as she said, "You are right. I truly do not like this place, because this place is filled with the stench of fur and sweat, full of filthy language, full of foolish bravery, and loathsome so-called heroism. This place is like a barren desert, barbaric and primitive."
When she said this, her voice was very soft, so no one could hear her.
"Xuelao City is different. It has true history, culture, and most importantly, art. Not even the capital can compare. The husband I have chosen for you is the most outstanding successor of this civilization. I do not wish for you to walk my old path, so marry him."
Madam Mu softly said, "The matter is already settled. Since you cannot object, you must learn to accept."
Luoluo was quiet for a while, then asked, "Why can I not object?"
Madam Mu looked into her eyes and said, "This is the marriage your father and I have chosen for you, and the ancestral spirits are the matchmakers. Who can object?"
Yes, this so-called marriage had never had anything to do with love.
It was just the order of one's parents, the words of a matchmaker.
Whether it was the Demi-human race, the Human race, or the Demon race, the entire continent was the same.
Who could object to this marriage?
Luoluo recalled that scene from the Ivy Festival in the capital many years ago.
She had recalled that scene countless times, so even today, it was still vivid, as if it was happening right before her eyes.
In her memories, that was her teacher's most glorious moment.
Whether it was her teacher taking first place of the first banner in the Grand Examination or drawing down a night of starlight in the Mausoleum of Books, none of them could compare to that moment of glory.
Because her teacher had still been an ordinary student of the Orthodox Academy at the time.
More importantly, at that time, Sir was only her Sir.
Alas, on the night of the Ivy Festival, not a single one of her teacher's glory had fallen on her.
Because those words had not been directed at her.
If only she could hear those words now.
Alas, that was impossible.
She had heard that her teacher was currently at Mount Li. Even if he received the news and rushed over as quickly as possible, he would still be too late.
Luoluo walked to the railing, gripped the stone pearl tied to her neck, and gazed at the distant mountains on the other side of the Red River.
She was confident that her teacher was probably on the other side of the mountain range.
He might still have tens of thousands of li to go, but he was still on the road.
This was very good.
She was very satisfied.
Suddenly, her expression flickered.
Because the layer of clouds above the mountains had suddenly begun to fiercely stir.
A hole had appeared in the clouds.
A pillar of light descended.
This pillar of light contained an extremely divine Qi, and it was also indescribably dignified.
The seal on the two shores of the Red River was instantly pierced through by this pillar of light.
A White Crane flew out of the pillar of light.
The clear cry of a crane echoed through all of White Emperor City.
At the same time, another voice spoke.
"I object."
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