Huh? Are they all real?

Outside Moon's study, a minister knocked on the door:

"Your Majesty."

Moen couldn't help but sigh when he heard the voice:

"Didn't I say that we'll talk about the coronation ceremony later."

"Not that, Your Majesty, His Highness is back."

Your Highness, Ai'er? !

"Is Ai'er back?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. His Highness is on his way here now."

Moen opened the door curiously and said:

"Is Ai'er back? How come I didn't know?"

"Her Majesty Ansha said she would just go over there, and as for you, she wanted you to rest a little longer."

"Is that so."

Ansha didn't think there was anything wrong with this.

Moen didn't think there would be any problem with the two of them meeting.

The only one who knew was Ai'er, who could only hold back her anger at herself.

After all, she dug this pit herself and then jumped into it herself.

Every time she thought of what happened at that time, Ai'er wanted to strangle herself.

To this day, Ai'er doesn't know why she thought of digging such a big pit for herself.

Thinking about it carefully, Ai'er felt that maybe she had always thought that no one would compete with her for Moon.

Even if there was, it would be impossible for them to compete with her, who had grown up with Moon since childhood.

But now Ai'er realized how wrong she was.

In just a blink of an eye, her own Moon became someone else's king.

Moon glanced at the corridor behind the minister and asked:

"How long will she have?"

The minister lowered his head and said:

"The knights said that His Highness should be coming up soon. Ah, His Highness is coming."

At the end of the long and slightly deep corridor, Ai'er, who was wearing a lavender dress, was walking towards this side in a hurry.

She walked quickly, and her skirt fluttered in the wind, like a blooming violet. On both sides of her, the royal knights in gorgeous armor knelt on one knee in unison.

They looked solemn and their eyes were full of awe, as if they were welcoming the arrival of an extremely noble goddess.

Although Ai'er is not a goddess, the nobility of the princess is beyond words.

After saluting Ai'er, the ministers who made way for him left here consciously.

To leave time for His Majesty and the princess.

After closing the door, Moen asked curiously:

"What's wrong? You don't look very good?"

Ai'er wanted to speak, but when she thought that the wild cat was already a goddess, she held back her words.

She asked instead:

"I don't want her to know what we are going to say, can you do it?"

Although Moen was surprised, he nodded and said to the side:

"Ansha, please give me some private time, I want to have a good talk with Ai'er."

As Moen's voice fell, the whole room was covered with a faint golden halo.

Ai'er was stunned when he saw this scene:

"You asked her to help? Didn't I say I didn't want her to know and I just wanted to talk to you alone?"

What kind of operation is this? !

Moon said with a smile:

"Aier, I am the king of Ansha, and Ansha is my god. Since I said so, she will respect my will, so she won't know."

"Similarly, if you use other methods, it will be impossible to hide it from her!"

Sequence Zero of the Path of Glory - Dust of Light.

It is a god who has exerted his control to the limit.

And this is the capital of Ansha.

If he relies on the magic ring, Moon feels that he may be able to hide it, but the emergency fund he has on him will probably be sucked dry by the magic ring soon.

So Moon directly used a more direct method - ask his god for help.

This is what a king should do.

Aier looked at Moon deeply and said:

"I believe you."

"That's right, so what's the matter?"

"What are you asking me!!!"

This sentence was like a thunder, which immediately made Moon lose his composure. He subconsciously made a move to retreat, as if this would avoid Ai's inexplicable anger.

Ai'er, like an enraged little lion, put her hands on her hips without hesitation and rushed her pretty face straight towards Moen, bringing the two closer and closer.

"Ai'er?!"

"You said you knew she liked you, so now you agreed to be her husband?"

"You obviously didn't know what to do at that time!"

"Why did you agree to be the king now? Do you think you are finally attracted to her, or do you want to be the king?"

"I know she is a goddess, beautiful and prestigious, with a good figure, and the most important thing is that she is no longer a young girl, with a mature charm that you men like very much."

"And she really likes you, but you just agreed?"

"Do you have any emotional foundation with her?"

"Have you been with her for many years?"

"Do you know everything about her? Do you think you can shoulder her feelings?"

The angry little lion asked a series of questions, making Moen a little at a loss for words.

It was also a bit strange:

"Ai'er, why are you asking these questions?"

No, this reaction is? !

This question silenced the angry little lion instantly.

Yes, I am standing in the family seat now, why should I ask this?

Should I just tell him that I like him? !

The person who didn't know where to start turned into El.

"Me, me, me!"

Aier wanted to express his feelings, but when it came to his lips, it turned into:

"The relationship between God and the King is so important that even a stranger like me knows it. Are you really sure that this is okay?"

"How can I know you'll be okay if you can't reciprocate your love?"

"This is the original iron law, and we are strangers! Although you are a little strange, but even so, I am still worried!"

The answer was so perfect that even Er was surprised.

But that's obviously not what she wanted to say.

It is impossible for God to harm the king. This is something that all strangers know.

Moen, who almost reacted, also suddenly realized.

So, I thought Aier might like me.

Sure enough, there are three major delusions in life that we must always guard against!

After all, although Aier didn't look like he really liked women, he did clearly reject me politely.

It looked like an angry little lion, but when I looked closer, I realized that it was a golden retriever. At this moment, Al showed his true colors of a defeated dog.

Moen relaxed instantly and walked to the desk to make a cup of black tea for Aier.

After touching the wall of the cup with the back of my hand, I felt that the temperature was suitable.

Moen handed the teacup to Al and said:

"I'm very grateful that you care so much about me, Er, but I do feel that I can shoulder the identity and responsibility of the king."

"Also, we are not husband and wife now."

This answer made Aier's eyes light up instantly, but she immediately tasted the taste:

"If it's not now, then it might be later?"

There will be more in a while