Augustus' wedding is approaching, and the entire palace is busy, and everyone, whether courtiers or slaves, is busy.

Similarly, in Augustus' bedchamber, Luga was donning the purple silk robe embroidered with gold motifs used for the wedding with the help of the attendants.

Others wore a gold necklace around his neck, and there must have been a red gemstone carved in the middle of it.

The waiter also wanted to wear ornate rings on each of Luga's ten fingers, but Luga refused, and he didn't seem to like the flashy things.

In the process of preparation, Andrew walked into Luga's room and watched as Luga wore all kinds of gorgeous clothes and jewelry on his body.

"Oh, if not my most loyal supporter." Luga noticed Andrew, he glanced back at Andrew, and then said with a smile: "If someone comes here to bless me at this time, I'm afraid the only thing I can think of is you, Andrew, my friend." ”

"Oh, yes, yes, Luga." Andrew nodded repeatedly, and then he turned his gaze away, as if there was something unspeakable, and hummed for a long time, as if he didn't know how to speak.

"Looks like you're in trouble, Andrew." Luga looked back at Andrew, smiling, and knew that he must have something on his mind. "Tell me what worries you."

"I came to Constantinople with my family." Andrew crossed his hands and naturally put it on his front body, he looked at Luga, his eyes revealed all eagerness, "Caesar, I know I shouldn't trouble you at this time, but now..."

"Huh? Why didn't I get to know about this in time? Luga's expression looked a little displeased.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Andrew looked terrified, he was so afraid of Luga that a half-grown child was afraid of his father.

Luga looked at Andrew with a look of fear, not at all as his friend, but more like his leader, his superior, the object of his extreme fear.

He bowed his head and looked at Luga, as if there was no longer any good brotherhood between them, and the two of them were now like separated by a majestic mountain range, and there was no going back.

"I know, I know, Andrew." Luga nodded slightly, as if the friendship between them was no longer what it used to be. I saw Luga puff up his chest again, and put on a majesty that belonged to Augustus and looked down at Andrew who was standing at the door.

"I'll arrange a very nice house for you, after all, there were still many unlucky nobles who lost their villas during the infighting."

"Really? Is it! ”

Andrew looked very excited, and he looked at Luga with wide eyes and surprise, his expression clearly satisfied and joyful.

Luga didn't know how to deal with Andrew's joy, and he now had to realize that he couldn't treat Andrew the same way he used to treat him.

"Either way, no matter what."

Luga comforted himself in this way, he sighed secretly in his heart, and said to Andrew, "Andrew, I very much welcome your family to Constantinople, and of course, I am very happy to welcome them to my wedding."

"Yes, yes! Thank you, thank you! Thank you, Caesar! Andrew kept bowing and thanking him, humble as if he were a slave, begging for a small mercy from his master.

Looking at Andrew's pitiful appearance, Luga couldn't help but shake his head and snorted coldly, he didn't want to belittle Andrew, who seemed to have changed.

Outside the door, all kinds of musical instruments are in unison, and all kinds of different noises come together to miraculously become beautiful music, which is a hint, or a reminder, that the wedding has arrived.

"Let's go!"

Luga nodded to the waiter beside him, who handed a scepter inlaid with gems of various colors to Luga's hand.

When I walked out of the room, the first thing I saw was the waiters gathered in two rows, and they sprinkled flowers on the red carpet on the ground, although the weather was a little cold, and everyone was shivering with gusts of cold wind.

They watched Luga, dressed in fine clothes, descend like a god, and everyone slowly knelt on the ground, and each of them shouted in a low voice: "Caesar, Caesar..."

Enjoying the submission of the crowd, Luga slowly walked away, holding the scepter in his left hand and the lavishly decorated cross in his right.

Luga walked all the way forward, and this gorgeous costume and jewelry wrapped around him like a whole set of armor, making him bear the weight all the time.

In the middle of the palace, everyone was anxiously waiting, and of course, the two Augustas stood on both sides of the door and looked at each other, quite with a kind of uncommon momentum.

Likinia was resistant to Tenaia in the end, and she stood aside from time to time with white eyes at Tenaia.

Because the two of them are brides, they wear six-tufted braids that are only used by brides, although they have the same hairstyle, but because Tenaia belongs to Gallic blood, which is a rare species compared to Licchia's Greek blood, she looks more like an outlier in front of everyone, so she attracts attention.

Tenaia still looked around a little timidly in response to the gaze from her surroundings, she was very vigilant, and her right hand tightly grasped the little Adernus who was standing beside her, giving him the protection that a mother deserved.

In the present, the newcomers of their mother and son are isolated, and it seems that the entire outside courtiers are more inclined to side with Licchia, after all, they are the heirs of the previous generation of Augustus, and in either way, they have the incomparable superiority of Tenaia.

At such a grand wedding and festive moment, the two sides seemed to be confronting each other vigilantly, at least Tenaia also clearly saw Lickinia's bewitching face.

Her eyes were locked on Adernus, who was hiding behind Tenaia, as a woman, she would never have believed that the reason why Luga would marry this woman with no name and no background must be because of this child.

It is undeniable that Tenaia will be the biggest obstacle to Flavis' continued rule of Rome.

At this time John. Antiochus leaned into Licina's ear and whispered, "Madame, if we are strongly opposed, this woman's son will never be given the name of Flavies." ”

"That means he can't be a rival for power in the future, right?" Lykinia responded.

"So to speak, ma'am."

"But the world is impermanent." Likinia sighed softly, and then said to John. Antiochus said, "Now please contact the minister Demesius and the other courtiers to show me the officers under Caesar's command, and if the information we received yesterday is reliable, then we will have to plan for the worst." ”

"As you wish, ma'am."

In this way, Luga went all the way from the inner palace to the middle floor of the palace, where he welcomed his two brides.

The palace guards flanked the smooth stone-paved road, wearing purple cloaks and spears crossed in mid-air, Luga holding Licinia in her left hand and Tenaia in her right hand, towards the palace's last door to the square.