My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 905 - 473: Someone Breaks a Promise_3

Chapter 905: Chapter 473: Someone Breaks a Promise_3

The face of the Saintess of North Ice darkened. What does it mean for this guy to have my hairpin? It’s useless for both me and the entire 36 Tribes of the Northern Region.

Soon, the Saintess of North Ice became frightened again: This is bad! The plan has gone awry. I won’t really have to marry him, will I?

She cursed the Nine Realms Sky in her heart: How did it end up like this?! Aren’t you a divine artifact of our Northern Plain? Why does it feel like you’ve been helping Owen Bertram all along?

Owen Bertram was still stunned, vaguely understanding the intention of the Nine Realms Sky, and immediately felt: You’re such a dog.

Then, Mr. Bertram did not say a word, just waiting quietly, with a hint of smugness in his heart: Thankfully, I have a backup plan. As for the grave of marriage, I respectfully decline!

However, as they waited and waited, the loud shout "Wait" that Owen Bertram had expected never came. He became somewhat panicked, his eyes darting around looking for the masculine, formidable, and imposing Fifth Prince.

Cold sweat dripped down Owen’s temples. Oh no... Fifth Prince, you stood me up at such a critical moment! We agreed to be the closest political partners, to be the invincible double swords alliance!

In the Imperial Library, a long and awkward silence descended. After Page Malcolm’s loud laugh, no one else spoke, and the Elder Lord found he couldn’t hold his laughter...

The Elder reluctantly started again, "It seems that the happy couple is at a loss for words. This matter is settled, congratulations to the Saintess for finding her perfect husband in our Wood Dynasty!"

Regardless of whether you are willing or not, Page Malcolm will make sure this matter is a done deal! Just look at the resentful eyes of the four princes at Owen Bertram, it’s delightful! With the grudge of the four princes, it will be hard for you, Owen Bertram, to move an inch in the future! These are not simply four princes, but they represent four powerful forces within the Wood Dynasty.

Adonis Dunn and Abner Lane’s single arm was severed by Mr. Malcolm.

Adonis Dunn had to step forward, after all, he was the legitimate event organizer designated by the Emperor: "Since the winner has been decided, let’s call it a day. As for the follow-up matters, they will be handled by Owen Bertram and the Northern Continent Envoy."

With a wave of Master Dunn’s hand, everyone dispersed. No one had the heart to stay, especially the two involved.

Only Page Malcolm, with his hands behind his back and grinning from ear to ear, was the first to walk out of the Imperial Library, announcing the "good news" to the dignitaries who were watching outside: "Owen Bertram has defeated all contenders, and he will be the husband of the Saintess of North Ice!"

A loud boom erupted outside, as various messages were spread, and the entire Capital boiled over. Ordinary people were unaware of the various intrigues, but the storytellers throughout the Capital had previously commented that the Sixth Realm of the four princes’ maternal clans were no match for Owen Bertram. So it should be Wood Dynasty’s most outstanding young Heaven’s Chosen who would embrace the beauty!

The final direction of this story conformed to the expectations of all the people in the Capital, making everyone feel that it was a happy ending, and this was very good.

But the nobles of the Capital had another way of thinking: Page Malcolm is amazing! With just a little trick, he pushed Owen Bertram into a hostile situation against the four princes.

Owen Bertram is indeed very strong, but he can’t afford to be an enemy of the massive forces represented by the four princes. His fate is predictable, and it will even bring down Adonis Dunn and Abner Lane. If the four princes do not support Adonis Dunn, the chances are that they will eventually lean towards Page Malcolm.

The dignitaries immediately responded, with Mr. Malcolm’s residence bustling with visitors coming and going.

...

Owen Bertram returned to his residence, still clutching the sword-shaped hairpin. As soon as he entered the door, he gritted his teeth and growled lowly, "Where has the Fifth Prince gone?"

The Fifth Prince was sitting pitifully in a chair, facing a figure he could not disobey, Prince Chancellor Ryan!

Prince Chancellor Ryan sipped his tea leisurely and said, "Do you know why I brought you here?"

The Fifth Prince immediately put on a smiling face, "The royal grandson doesn’t know but understands that Uncle Ancestor must be doing this for my own good. Who in the clan doesn’t know that Uncle Ancestor loves and protects the younger generation the most?"

Prince Chancellor Ryan hummed and said, "You’re quite clever, kid. There’s something I might as well tell you - the Boss and the others have reached an agreement with the Saintess of North Ice, making our Wood Dynasty’s Empress position available to a North Wasteland Clan member!"

As the Fifth Prince’s face changed, he quickly glanced at Prince Chancellor Ryan’s face and said, "The royal grandson will never do such a thing. The Wasteland Clan can only be a concubine, not a queen. The Empress must be a Wood person!"

Prince Chancellor Ryan nodded in approval, saying, "You’re more sensible than the four idiots! The North Wasteland Clan isn’t qualified to be the Empress of our Wood Dynasty. The Saintess of North Ice, backed by the 36 Tribes of the Northern Region, is even less likely to become the Empress."

After some thinking, the Fifth Prince said, "Uncle Ancestor, Elder Brother and the others must understand this principle. This so-called promise is probably just a temporary measure..."

Prince Chancellor Ryan interrupted him: "Of course, I know they’re calculating that with the help of the Saintess of North Ice and the power of the 36 Tribes of the Northern Region, they can sit in that position, and then go back on their promise, at most only offering the position of an imperial concubine. But is this what an Emperor should do? Will the 36 Tribes of the Northern Region endure such humiliation? By then, this will be the best excuse for war for the North Wasteland Tribe, and our dynasty’s north will be engulfed in flames, causing countless refugees to be displaced!"