Under the strict surveillance of the female official, the banished Cleaner left the backstage dejectedly, returning to the guest area at the front of the hall where the seats reserved for the Northern Kingdom's delegation were located.
"Princess lisande!"
Seeing the Cleaner erge from backstage, the Northern Kingdom's Foreign Minister finally let out a long-held sigh of relief that had been weighing heavily on him.
He hastily got up to greet her and, after guiding her to a prominent position on the teak bench at the front, the Foreign Minister, seated in the second row, couldn't help but lean over and whisper:
"Your Highness, what were you planning to do backstage? Did His Majesty the King assign you any other tasks?"
"Heavens, no!"
The Cleaner, in a less than delightful mood, couldn't help but glare at him before replying:
"I just went to et a familiar face and had so casual conversations, nothing to do with my brother, let alone any secret mission!"
"Oh..."
With a voice full of disappointnt, the Northern Kingdom's Foreign Minister pondered for a mont and then took the initiative to report:
"Your Highness, during your ti backstage, I temporarily substituted for you and reached agreents with three kingdoms. When we return today, I will draft the agreents, and at that ti, I will need you to sign and seal them."
"Much appreciated, it's fortunate to have you here."
"Haha, you flatter ."
Sitting in the second row, unable to see the expression on the Cleaner's face, the Northern Kingdom's Finance Minister continued cheerfully reporting:
"Your Highness, besides the three current kingdoms, we also reached so verbal agreents with prominent figures from four other kingdoms.
These agreents are of a slightly lesser degree and do not require your signature for the mont, but you should probably be inford to facilitate when, after the wedding, at the private banquet, everyone joins forces to pressure and challenge Princess Veronica to hand over the inheritance of the Crolock Kingdom."
"Hmm, hmm."
Although rather displeased with the princess's pettiness, the Cleaner, finding her own maneuvering for a coup rather unsightly, discouraged further discussion on these petty sches, stating:
"Let's leave it there for now. We'll talk about the rest when we return. The wedding has started!"
"Ah, okay!"
Even though the Foreign Minister was still sowhat eager to discuss his significant achievents, the organ under the hall's music wall had already begun to play, and the wedding officiant started delivering the opening speech, so he had to stop and turn his gaze to the main stage in the center of the hall.
Since this event was not only to hold the princess's wedding but also the future queen's succession ceremony, the number of guests present was exceedingly exorbitant, and thus the main venue for hosting the ceremony was naturally the largest hall in the entire Royal Capital.
This hall, with over three hundred years of history, was entirely constructed from pure black stone, with an extrely spacious inner space. The pointed arch do of the main hall rose to more than thirty ters, with the interior walls of the do covered in exquisite carvings and intricate patterns.
The blazing midday sun, through the more colorful stained glass in those embellishnts of the do, transford into dazzling beams of light, cascading down in torrents that seed to be grasped by an invisible hand and cast onto the hall's white marble floor.
The floor tiles, polished to a mirror-like sheen, scattered this brilliance once more, illuminating the hall, which appeared slightly gloomy in the dayti, lighting up rows of ancient wooden benches, a red carpet laid all the way from the entrance to the main stage, and a simple white wedding dress trailing along that red carpet.
So beautiful...
Watching the princess, led by a sowhat unfamiliar elder, gracefully walk toward him along the red carpet, Leon on the main stage found himself montarily dazed.
Though the princess was usually known as the most beautiful woman in the Royal Capital, with a flawless figure, looks, and deanor, this usual unarguable perfection seed a bit plain compared to her appearance in her wedding dress now.
The intricately designed tailor-made lavish wedding dress was incredibly exquisite, with petal-like patterns hand-embroidered on the hem of the skirt and the lace-adorned edges delicately entwined around the skirt's lower hem, softly embracing her figure like flower petals.
The design above abruptly narrowed, sweeping over her srizingly slender waist, clinging to her already curvaceous lines, elegantly and clearly outlining astonishing contours, showcasing the princess's incredible feminine allure with restraint and ease.
When Leon's enchanting gaze moved from the intricate and beautiful rose embroidery on Princess Veronica's chest and along the leaf patterns extending to her neck and shoulders, it finally landed on that beautiful face blushing with a hint of scarlet. The previously noisy world around seed to instantly beco quiet.
The face, tense yet brimming with joy, gazing expectantly and shyly, and the dimples barely forming on her cheeks despite biting her lip—just one glance struck Leon's heart intensely, robbing him of all his ability to think.
Although it was only an extrely brief mont, Leon now felt utterly convinced that in this brief mont, the entire world had disappeared, leaving only that beautiful figure walking toward him.
Tsk... pathetic male human!
Through the mirror surface of Leon's cufflinks, observing the situation outside, the Black Goat tied up by four separate tethers couldn't help but spit out disdainfully.
Can't even handle one glance? Trash! With him in this state of being so captivated by beauty, I could knock him over with a single butt! If there's a chance, I must advise him to be like , just go and have a blast!
Tsk... forget friends at the sight of a pretty woman!
Sitting on the first-row bench, watching Leon, whose eyes were filled with the princess on the main stage, the Cleaner couldn't help but fold her arms, pulling a face while internally spitting disdain.
What's so great about her? Just being a little prettier, a bit more elegant and mature, with a slightly more graceful figure, having a bust a billion tis bigger than others? Can't even tear your eyes away? Disgraceful!
Amidst genuine disdain from a person and a goat, and a gaze of shock and anger from so armored old man, Leon on the main stage, contrary to the flow of events, moved forward two steps unconsciously and stretched his hand proactively toward Princess Veronica.
Aren't you two at least going to respect the process I set?
Watching the princess initially pause slightly before smiling like a blooming flower and extending her arm to hold onto Leon's hand, the armored old man felt his blood pressure surge from 180 towards 200 in a frenzy.
The couple... bypassing the rites of stepping and joining hands, questioning from elders, royal blessings, praise, and hymns... all the steps I painstakingly arranged got skipped! That counts at least fifteen missed segnts! Damn it! By doing this, aren't you...
Ah! Stop it! That can't be done!
Seeing the couple speak a few words face-to-face and then smilingly extend their hands toward the ring bearer, seemingly ready to ask for the wedding rings directly, the armored old man imdiately paled, sprinting furiously towards the main stage.
"Wait!"
As if regaining lost youth, the old man sprinted urgently after tossing aside his cane, managing to reach and prevent the couple from skipping more steps just in ti, and then imnsely satisfied collapsed, performing a pretend death scene with a smiling face.
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