HRPM – Chapter 9 The Imperial Marriage (1)

“That’s not something he can control either. After losing so many wives, he must be heartbroken.”

Jin Luoluo poked Lüya’s forehead with her finger, exasperated.

“You’re actually sympathizing with him? Marrying the first one, fine—you could say he didn’t believe it and wanted to break the fortune teller’s prediction. But the second time? The third time? He kept marrying again and again just to prove he really has that ‘wife-killing’ fate. Isn’t that treating human lives like grass? Does he even see the women he marries as people?”

“Miss, when you put it that way, it does make sense… but I still feel he’s not that bad. There must be some hidden reason.”

Lüya stubbornly refused to believe her idol was a villain.

“A hidden reason? Just watch—he’ll definitely keep marrying. Who knows who the next unlucky girl will be? I’ll sigh in advance for her. Please, dear lady, just don’t die on the day of my next shop opening.”

But fate works in strange ways.

While Jin Luoluo was sighing over someone else’s misfortune, she never imagined that she herself would become that unlucky person.

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Inside the imperial palace of the Yun Empire, the Empress’s monthly banquet was lively and bustling.

The wives and daughters of officials from outside the palace all attended.

These banquets were often great opportunities for matchmaking, since many unmarried young men and women would be present.

The Empress had specially invited eligible noble young ladies of the right age.

She also intended to select a suitable consort of good character, appearance, and family background for several princes.

“Yu’er, you’re not young anymore. You’ve already established your own residence outside the palace, and the affairs of your princely estate are busy. It’s time you married a princess consort to help manage things,” the Empress said kindly to the Fourth Prince.

The Fourth Prince, Xiao Yu, rolled his eyes.

He glanced at the Third Prince, Xiao Che, who was quietly drinking, and suddenly broke into a grin.

“Mother, Third Brother doesn’t have a princess consort either. With his concubines and maids around, he’s doing just fine. I don’t want to marry so early either—no matter what, I can’t get ahead of Third Brother, can I?”

His words were like a drop of water falling into boiling oil.

Everyone who heard it changed expression.

Xiao Che suddenly raised his head. In his faintly gleaming eyes, a trace of anger flickered—though he restrained it.

Xiao Yu, who somewhat resembled Xiao Che, was equally handsome and outstanding. Calm and unruffled, he looked at his own brother with a hint of provocation.