"It's about your marriage."

Afraid that his daughter might not have heard clearly, Granzon repeated it seriously once more.

The whole room fell silent.

Brad seemed to sigh as if he had expected this beforehand, the mother of the princess looked quite hopeful as she held her cheeks, Aya sat stiffly beside Tiran, and Mimi, who was pouring tea into a porcelain cup at the back, looked normal except for casually snapping off the handle of the teapot in her hand.

As for Princess Tiberland who was involved, she remained silent without expression for quite a while.

"Xiang Ling? She's currently involved in all sorts of trouble herself, does she even have the time to bring this up?"

Granzon nodded, somewhat embarrassed as he rubbed his hands, "To be honest, as a father, I do wish for my daughter to be able to choose who she marries, but..."

"That Emperor of Chu from the West... has offered too much."

Brad kindly completed the second half of the sentence for his old man.

How should I put it? The population of Milanía is in the tens of millions, with thirteen regular military corps in the central army, along with tens of thousands of armored troops stationed on the border, and local garrisons holding most of the land along the west coast, making it a major power on the western continent.

Meanwhile, the population of West Empire Chu is in the millions, with military strength reaching a million, and the developed land area in East Land is several times that of Milanía.

Throughout history, East Land has always been rich in resources and self-sufficient. Before the two continents began communicating with each other, the level of civilization in East Land was far superior to the West. It can be bluntly stated that the benefits obtained by the alliance between West Empire Chu and Milanía are far less than what Milanía stands to gain.

In this situation, the conditions of the alliance offered by Xiang Ling were simply extravagant to the extreme.

Moreover, her "dowry" even included many unique Eastern Land organizational and technological knowledge related to the four classes of scholars, farmers, artisans, and merchants, which would greatly help Brad with his steam engine project...

"She's not hiding anything at all..." Tiran looked up at the ceiling, took a deep breath, as if he had made a decision, and quickly reached out to pull Aya by his side, "Well, I'm sorry, but I've already decided to marry Aya."

"Eh?"

Aya, caught completely off guard, was abruptly pulled into Tiran's embrace, her mind went blank for a moment, then immediately realized that a big "danger" was looming over her head.

"Oh, how proactive, Dad."

Chirp was right next to Aya, eyes widened.

Granzon didn't look particularly surprised as he already knew about it from Mount Kent, just shrugged and glanced at his wife and son's reaction on the side.

"Are you serious, little sister?"

Brad's face was written with the word "shock", "This... is a Dragon?"

Different races, how can they fall in love? This sentence kept flashing in Elder Brother's mind.

"This child is quite good-looking. Your children are sure to be cute too, right?" After staring at Aya for a while, Vivian earnestly said.

Please stop!

Aya was not good at all, not to mention the intense pressure she could feel from Mimi behind her without even turning around.

Lifting her head cautiously from Tiran's embrace, she saw that while Mimi was maintaining servant etiquette in front of the king, the handle of the teapot she had been holding in her hand had turned into a pile of broken porcelain pieces.

I'm dead, aren't I? I'm definitely dead, Tiran, you're plotting against me!

"What about Aya? Do you also want to marry my daughter?" Granzon asked tentatively, then quickly added in a low voice, "You better think it through, this child may be pretty but her personality is quite terrible, not gentle or considerate, always thinking about causing mischief... Ah! Ouch, ouch, ouch!"

Before he could finish, Granzon's waist was harshly pinched and twisted 180 degrees by his wife, causing him to stand up in pain.

"My dear, do you talk about your own child like this?"

After letting go, Vivian adjusted her sitting posture a bit. Despite her simple royal fashion style, her royal elegance and dignified demeanor had already shown through her gestures and expressions.

"I think it would be nice if this child becomes our son-in-law. Good-looking, capable, and most importantly, isn't it about our daughter's happiness? If you had considered it from a self-serving perspective back then, you definitely wouldn't have married me..."

At this point, Vivian's gaze suddenly sharpened, "Or perhaps, my dear, do you have other thoughts?"

"No! Absolutely not!"

This time the King responded promptly, declaring, "I only love you in this lifetime!"

"But... when it comes to marriage... we only became so easily married back then because the old man was no longer around." Granzon sighed again.

How should I put it, time can indeed change a person a lot; when in different positions, one's way of thinking and views on issues can be drastically different.

Not seeking power when one doesn't have it, but the problem is he is the king now.

How should I put it, he could slightly understand his father's feelings at the time.

"In any case, I still hope that young Tiran can seriously consider this matter... after all, you don't actually dislike that eastern monarch very much."

Granzon sat down again, picked up the newly poured red tea on the table, and took a sip.

Too sweet, is this... too much sugar and milk?

The King, almost choked by the excessive sweetness, glanced at the chief maid behind Aya, who was smiling sweetly for some reason. Was it an illusion? How come he felt a hint of ominous aura?

Tiran and Aya looked at each other.

What to do?

Whatever, I must marry Aya anyway!

But the reasoning sounds quite reasonable... and at the end of the day, they are your parents.

It actually makes sense a little.

Though from Tiran's perspective, being arranged to marry someone by his parents was truly unpleasant, but looking at his position, his father had already given him a lot of room for maneuvering.

In the case of a regular royal family, the royal daughter's marriage would have been arranged without even knowing what kind of person her husband was.

Tiran... was truly an anomaly.

"Um, how about this?"

Tiran gave a subtle smile, raised a finger and said, "I will form a marriage alliance with Xiang Ling, but before that, I will marry Aya first."

"Huh?"

This time not only the King, but Vivian and Brad couldn't help but exclaim in confusion.

What kind of move is this?

"Listen to me, it can be done this way."

The princess was ecstatic, "Xiang Ling has said it, right? She doesn't mind my relationship with Aya. It's the external perceptions that are the main obstacle, so as long as it's kept secret, we can have a small private wedding, inviting only those who can ensure no leaks, and then have a grand ceremony when it's time for the alliance."

"It does sound somewhat reasonable... um."

Aya seemed to think there was no problem, but suddenly felt a cold shiver down her spine.

Oh my god, this is it!