HRPM – Chapter 20 A Terrible First Encounter (8)

“Marry? Dad, are you joking? When did I ever say I wanted to get married?” she stared in shock, eyes wide.

Jin Gungun beamed with delight. “Daughter, it’s written in the imperial decree—you can’t refuse even if you want to! And what’s so bad about it? You’ll marry a prince as his principal wife, and I’ll become in-laws with the Emperor. What a great thing! Even a pie falling from the sky wouldn’t be this big—I was dizzy with happiness for quite a while, haha.”

“Haha, my foot.”

Jin Luoluo grabbed her father and shook him violently. “You dead fat old man, selling your daughter for glory! I’ve earned mountains of gold and silver for you, and now you’re marrying me off? I hate you—I’ll bite you to death~~~”

Master Jin was shaken until he felt dizzy. “Luoluo, how can you think of your father like that? I’m heartbroken!!! But the imperial decree has already arrived—we can’t defy it. Since we can’t resist it, we might as well enjoy it. Daughter, accept your fate. What’s so bad about being a princess consort? It’s very prestigious!”

Jin Luoluo’s face twisted in anger. “I’ve said it before—I won’t marry someone poorer than me. And you want me to marry a pauper like the Third Prince? I’m not willing!”

(A certain Third Prince fumes: I’m a pauper??? Jin Luoluo, you blind fool, you’re asking for death.)

Master Jin: “Uh… daughter, by your logic, anyone poorer than you is a pauper. Then you’ll never get married—because the richest person in the world is you.”

Jin Luoluo: “Exactly. I’m already married to money. I can’t marry anyone else.”

She was absolutely loyal—to money.

Master Jin sighed. “Daughter, defying an imperial decree is punishable by death. Are you planning to use your head to oppose the Emperor’s will?”

Jin Luoluo froze at his words and slowly let go.

She had clearly forgotten—this was a ruthless feudal society.

An imperial decree was an order that must be obeyed. As for her own wishes, no one cared in the slightest.

Forget marrying her—if they wanted to kill her, she’d still have to offer up her head.

Damn this rotten feudal system.

Jin Luoluo said bitterly, “Fine, fine, I’ll marry, alright? That damned old Emperor is always threatening people with execution and confiscation—so low-class. Dad, which prince am I marrying?”

Master Jin glanced at Xiao Che. “It’s the talented Third Prince.”

Xiao Che stood there like a block of eternal ice, so Master Jin could only force himself to praise him.