The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 1085: Forcing Someone to Marry a Wife

Chapter 1085: Chapter 1085: Forcing Someone to Marry a Wife

In the grand hall, there was a moment of silence.

Long Fei couldn’t quite understand and said, "Since that’s the case, why do you want to hold a martial arts competition for marriage, to select an Imperial Son-in-law for the princess? How could you know that I would participate?"

The old man replied, "I have said before, all of this is beyond my control. Fate will arrange everything. The martial arts competition for marriage is merely a pretext to expedite your rise to power and grant you a title. Only by forming a marriage alliance with the Ji Family can you rightfully lead this country and rally all forces to resist the Demon Race."

Long Fei rubbed his head, finally understanding that the old man had completely latched onto him.

Everyone in the world coveted this position, but he couldn’t care less!

He pressed on with frowning brows, "Can I refuse?"

The old man said, "You cannot refuse. This is your destiny, beyond even my control. Therefore, I will not interfere with your choices, nor will I meddle in any of your affairs. To each their own path. How you walk your path has already been predetermined."

Long Fei’s mind raced, weighing the pros and cons.

With the Third Prince and the Crown Prince already at daggers drawn, his involvement would make him the thorn in both sides’ eyes.

Before the Demon Calamity even erupted, he figured he might be crushed by the two powers.

The throne was desirable, but at this moment, it was a hot potato.

He declared earnestly, "Then I choose to renounce any claim, at least I won’t agree to you now. You said it yourself, since it’s my destiny, it will eventually come to me. I will wait for the right moment to arise. If I truly cannot escape it, I will take up my responsibilities."

"You indeed stand out from the rest, and now I begin to understand our ancestor’s choice."

The old man nodded, not forcing Long Fei.

He spoke to Long Fei, "You can reject the throne, but you must agree to the matter of becoming the Imperial Son-in-law. It concerns the face of the Royal Family and the crucial task of resisting the Demon Race in the future. There can be no mishaps."

Long Fei found himself in a dilemma, "But I already have a wife?"

The old man replied, "That’s no issue. Since the era of myths began, there have been no limits to a man taking wives and siring children."

Long Fei slapped his forehead, having almost forgotten that this was not a world governed by Confucianism.

In the world of the Daoist Sect, the ethics of husbands and wives aren’t taken as seriously as in the outside world.

He still tried to excuse himself, "Your granddaughter doesn’t like me, we won’t be happy together."

The old man smiled, "That’s even less of an issue. Affection between husband and wife grows over time. Besides, the title of spouse is merely a designation for your alliance with the Ji Family. For the safety of the subjects of the Great Xia Country, personal happiness is trivial."

Long Fei took a deep breath, finally understanding the heartlessness of the Royal Family.

The old man saw through everything so clearly and yet could speak so calmly, Long Fei truly admired him.

People often say, Saints are heartless, treating all beings as mere straws.

At that level, perhaps the perspective on issues is different.

The old man’s words were florid and mystical, about ancestors’ choices and predestined designs.

Long Fei harbored doubts and chose to refuse for the time being.

He must not act rashly now or it would mean certain disaster.

Only with this marriage, he could see that the old man was determined; refusal seemed next to impossible.

Although the old man didn’t seem to have much time left, he was still firmly in charge.

As the ruler of a country, a single finger of his was thicker than the whole leg of the Yin Yang Sect.

If he dared to turn against the old man, he had no doubt that the latter would do something drastic.

After much thought, he tentatively refused, "If I reject this marriage, what will be the consequences?"

The old man replied, "Rest assured, I will not force anyone against their will."

Long Fei heaved a sigh of relief, thinking the old man was quite reasonable. Blaming himself for overthinking it.

Before he could catch his breath, the old man added, "However, you might miss out on a great opportunity."

Long Fei cursed inwardly, damn those ’buts’.

He knew it wouldn’t be so simple.

Was the old man trying to entice him?

Would he, a man of principles, fall for temptation?

After finishing that thought solemnly, Long Fei turned and asked curiously, "What opportunity?"

Damn, so weak-minded.

The old man seemed to see right through him, answered very calmly, "Don’t you want to know where the sages have gone? Do you know that during the Ancient Era, there were those who left this world and went to a higher dimensional realm? Don’t you want to understand the meaning behind a cultivator’s evolution?"

Finding the mark, damn it, old man, are you a worm in my stomach?

Long Fei secretly lamented, his curiosity completely ignited by the old man and hitting him where it hurt.

He obviously wanted to know, and more than anyone else.

His ancestors came from a higher dimensional space, and he wanted to know how to get there more than anyone.

The meaning of a cultivator’s evolution, at the moment, is to become a Saint and achieve Dao.

If the path were severed, without an objective, anyone would walk towards madness and destruction.

Long Fei didn’t wish for that; he wanted to live freely and joyfully with his wives, and together become Saints and achieve Dao!

He coughed dryly and shamelessly said, "Old man, since I am the chosen one, why must you coerce and entice me like this? Just tell me all of this, and I promise, even if I don’t become your granddaughter’s husband, I’ll take care of you as if you were my own grandfather."

"You, youngster."

The old man, no matter how deep and steady he normally was, could hardly suppress the urge to curse and said speechlessly, "I’ve never seen someone like you, who refuses to suffer even the slightest loss. Marrying a wife is not like climbing a mountain of swords. It’s not that horrifying! Let me tell you, this secret is hidden with Wanrong and Wanyu, the two sisters. After you marry Wanrong, naturally, you will come to know this secret."

"It’s over!"

Long Fei wiped his face, realizing that he couldn’t avoid this marriage.

The old man said, "Go back and think it over. I won’t force you. In three days, my edict will be issued, and you have three days to refuse."

"Isn’t this still coercion?"

Long Fei inwardly lamented but nodded reluctantly.

The Old Emperor closed his eyes in satisfaction, looking every bit the old schemer.

Long Fei stood up, cupped his fists in farewell, and exited.

Outside, the sun was shining brilliantly.

But Long Fei’s heart was not so bright, he felt gloomy. How should he explain this to his first and second wife?

Thinking this, he suddenly remembered.

Liu Jiangnan seemed to have said that something had happened to his first wife, but before he could speak, the Emperor’s edict was issued.

He didn’t linger in the palace, instructing those outside to hurry him out.

Upon reaching the outside, a leader of the Imperial Guards stopped him, ushering him to the Imperial Guards’ camp.

Liu Jiangnan and Chu Feng were together, and upon seeing Long Fei, rushed forward excitedly, saying, "Master, you’re finally out. We’ve been worried sick!"