His Majesty the Emperor sat on a high throne, and all the courtiers sat at the bottom.

A procession of delicate-looking maids walked through the main hall and brought a lot of food and wine to the table in front of everyone.

However, everyone present did not move, not even His Majesty the Emperor.

Everyone was waiting for two people, Her Majesty the Queen and the most distinguished guest tonight, Her Royal Highness the Elven Eldest Princess.

In fact, His Majesty the Emperor was supposed to come with those two, but His Majesty the Emperor couldn't stand their slow speed, so he came over alone first.

Although the courtiers present were a little surprised, they did not react very much.

After all, the Jade Empire is not like those hereditary feudal empires, emphasizing the divine right of the monarch, and the ceremony cannot be abolished, and the slightest transgression is a capital crime.

In the Emerald Empire, for this aspect, it's almost enough, there are not so many requirements.

After about ten minutes, everyone in the hall was chatting with the people around them.

A voice finally came from outside the hall: "Her Majesty the Queen has arrived!"

Immediately after that, the same voice came: "Her Royal Highness the Elven Eldest Princess has arrived!"

"Whew!" the hall was filled with the sound of clothes rubbing against each other as they stood up.

Only His Majesty the Emperor was the only one present who was still sitting on the throne and did not get up, and the rest of the people stood up one after another and looked in front of the door of the main hall.

This is in accordance with etiquette, and the only person present is His Majesty the Emperor, who is more noble than the two who are about to come, and the rest of the people, even the senators of the Senate, are not as high as these two.

"Wow!"

The soles of the high-heeled shoes resounded above the main hall of the Palace of Versailles.

Her Majesty, the Empress of the Emerald Empire, and Her Royal Highness, the Princess of the Elven Kingdom, crossed the threshold of the main hall and entered the Palace of Versailles.

The first one was a very beautiful woman, who looked to be about thirty years old, with an unusually bewitching appearance, and exuded a mature charm all over her body. This is Her Majesty the Empress of the Emerald Empire.

Beside the Queen's crown, the elven princess stood silently.

She was completely different from Her Majesty's Crown, and at first glance, it was as if she had seen a forest.

The whole body is full of natural breath, which makes people feel relaxed and happy, forget all their troubles, sorrows, and immerse themselves in nature.

Her temperament is extremely clean, the kind of cleanness that is not adulterated with any impurities. Looking at her, all the evils of the world are hidden.

When the people in the hall saw her face, they were so dumbfounded that they couldn't say anything at all.

Her face was carved by the most skilled sculptors, to the extreme, and then the softness of the elves made that little bit of unreality completely disappear.

Elven skin is notoriously good, and her skin is even more so, and unlike ordinary elves, her skin is extremely fair.

It looks like a piece of jade.

Clever smile, beautiful eyes.

At this moment, it is not an exaggeration to pile all the beautiful words in the world on her.

It is a miracle that such a woman can be born in this world.

No, the gods can't do that either, and the god of love and beauty is not as beautiful as the elven princess at this moment.

This is a beauty that transcends the gods, a beauty that transcends the so-called limits.

There should be no earth, and the kingdom of God has never appeared.

"Boom!"

The moment he saw the elven princess, Saga felt like his entire brain had been blown out.

In the twenty-first century, Sachar once read a book about love.

The book says that there is always such a person in this world, and before you meet her, you will feel that love at first sight is impossible.

When you meet her, you will know that there is love and hate in this world for no reason.

Or, in a place you don't know, you used to have some fate with her, and then you meet now.

This is not love because of appearance, Zachar's will is as hard as iron, and there is hardly anything in this world that anyone can shake his will.

Almost immediately, Suaron noticed that Sachar was strange, because she was too alert now.

The moment the elven princess appeared, she became extremely hostile to her.

Because this woman is really so beautiful, so beautiful that Sachar will also be tempted!

Since Su Yalun grew up, she has never succumbed to the problem of her appearance, no matter where she is, she is the most dazzling one.

Needless to say, she even came to the Emerald Capital, the most prosperous city in the entire empire, and she was also the most beautiful.

Everyone in the imperial capital called her the "Emerald Pearl" and the "Flower of the Empire".

She had the confidence to be by Zachar's side, and that gave her a lot of confidence.

Because she has always felt that whether it is appearance or ability, conversation, etc., only she is worthy of Shangzaga.

Although the family background is a little worse, it is still enough, not too high.

But, now, it's all different.

Zachar is different to this woman, this is from the sixth sense of the woman.

And this, for Su Yalun, is simply unforgivable!

For Suyalun, Saga is hers, this is her man, and she will never allow anyone else to snatch him.

Absolutely not allowed!

However, Suaron suddenly realized that he had no way to keep Zachar.

Thinking of this, Su Yalun reached out and held Sagar's hand in a little panic, tightly, as if Saga was about to leave her.

The warmth in the palm of his hand brought Saga back to his senses.

He turned his head slightly and looked at Su Yalun.

Su Yalun's face was a little nervous and pale, and there was some panic on his little face, looking pitiful.

Her hands gripped Sachar tightly, and her knuckles were a little white because of the force.

Looking at Su Yalun's face in front of him, which had never appeared before, Sagar felt a pain in his heart.

In his previous life, Su Yalun killed himself with a sword, smiling and dying in his arms, and the scene began to replay in Sagar's mind over and over again.

In this moment, all the elf princesses disappeared from his mind.

"Yanni, don't worry, here, there will only be you. Sagar took Suyarun's hand and gently placed it on his heart.

Su Yalun looked at his hands in a daze, raised his head in a trance, and met Sagar's warm eyes.

Su Yalun saw that it was full of affection.

Who is that for?

The brain's mind began to turn, and Zachartha seemed to say that his heart... Only... I?

That's for me?

Be!

Su Yalun's mind finally returned to some normality.

She was really happy, and then she cried.

Saga didn't say anything more, he just hugged Su Yalun tightly in his arms and didn't look at the elf princess again.