Quick Transmigration: Drama Queen's Daily Life-Chapter 865 - 854: Spineless Emperor

"Father, Mother, I don’t want to marry the Emperor, and I certainly don’t want to become an Empress." In the Kong Mansion, Kong Suxin spoke with a pained expression, vehemently opposing the news of her impending marriage.

Mr. Kong’s face was stern: "Suxin, this is the decision of Lord National Master."

"Why should my lifelong affair be decided by the State Preceptor? Mother, you know, I have someone I like." Kong Suxin pleaded, "Father, Mother, can you please talk to Lord National Master? I am not fit to be an Empress."

"Suxin, your marriage with the Emperor was calculated by the State Preceptor observing the celestial signs, it cannot be changed. Mother knows you like your cousin, but he has been away from home for over a decade and there’s no knowing when he will return. Forget about him." Madam Kong said empathetically, trying to persuade her daughter.

She herself had never wished for her daughter to marry into such a place. Once married there, it meant a lifetime without freedom. It was called marrying the Emperor, but now the Emperor is frail, with not a shred of real power, merely a puppet. How is he worthy of her daughter from the Kong Family?

"I can’t forget. My cousin once said he would come back to marry me." Kong Suxin said in despair.

"That was just childhood talk, how can it be taken seriously!" Madam Kong sighed.

"My cousin never lied to me, if he said he would return to marry me, he surely will." Kong Suxin said with determination.

Mr. Kong furrowed his brow: "There’s no point in saying more, we don’t even know where your cousin is now. We cannot offend the State Preceptor because of a promise made in your childhood. Prepare for marriage, your aunt is in the palace, she won’t let you suffer."

Kong Suxin felt like she had been struck by lightning, but she knew that if her cousin didn’t return, no matter how much she resisted, it would be futile. Father was right, the whole Kong Family couldn’t be sacrificed because of her, and she couldn’t bear to make her parents suffer.

The marriage of the Empress and Emperor was settled, but the noble families in the capital were not relieved because according to regulations, before the Empress’s formal wedding, there must be at least four concubines to serve her.

The selection of these four concubines was naturally also decided by the State Preceptor, respectively the niece of Great General Yang Wei, Yang Xiuli, Marquis Xue’s concubine daughter Xue Ru, Doctor Bai’s legitimate daughter Bai Shuyuan, and the Director of Rites’ legitimate daughter Yao Qinxue.

They all appeared to come from prestigious families, but either they were of concubine status, or their families had declined. Among them, the Director of Rites’ legitimate daughter, Yao Qinxue, was also a cousin to Empress Kong Suxin, but Yao Qinxue’s mother was just a concubine daughter back then, naturally not marrying as well as her legitimate sister.

The candidates personally chosen by the State Preceptor were like the Empress, naturally no one dared to oppose them, even if their hearts already had someone they favored.

"Master, why did you decide such a marriage for elder brother?" The Third Prince, Ye Tai, was quite puzzled, hesitating as he glanced at his Second Brother, "Moreover, isn’t Xue Ru and Bai Shuyuan fond of second brother?"

Though the State Preceptor was over a thousand years old, he appeared to be only about thirty. Although he was a man, his appearance was exquisite. He was sitting cross-legged, with two attendants beside him, while the Second Prince, Ye Song and the Third Prince, Ye Tai sat respectfully before him.

After a long while, the State Preceptor finally opened his eyes, which seemed like an abyss, unfathomable. No matter how many times Ye Song and Ye Tai saw them, they felt a tremor in their hearts as if their hearts and souls were being tightly gripped. They quickly lowered their heads, even their breath became lighter.

"Such common folk are not worthy of your second brother." His voice was clear, as if imbued with an ethereal aura, "Or are you concerned for your elder brother, thinking I have belittled him?"

"Disciple dare not." Ye Song and Ye Tai quickly bowed their heads and admitted their mistake.

Ye Tai spoke frankly: "Elder brother has no talent for cultivation, his health is poor, being able to gain Master’s assistance is already his blessing."

"Enough, diligently cultivate, do not waste time on insignificant matters. You know my expectations of you are different, this world does not consist solely of us three cultivators." He gazed out the window, his eyes far-seeing, as if he were witnessing something beyond.

Ye Song and Ye Tai felt a surge of determination and high morale, the Master was right, their world was not this mundane one. How their elder brother lived was irrelevant to them, there had been a divide between them ever since their talents were tested.

After Ye Song and Ye Tai left, National Master Gao Zhuo suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, yet the two attendants beside him seemed accustomed to it, quickly feeding him an elixir.

"Master, why do you still keep them?" One attendant asked in confusion, "Without absorbing them, your body won’t last."

"It’s not the right time yet, their current cultivation levels wouldn’t alleviate anything but immediate concerns, they can’t truly heal my injuries. Moreover, I need the disguise of the State Preceptor to conceal myself, though they are two useless princes, they might yet draw attention from those people." The State Preceptor said somberly.

"It’s all because those two cultivate too slowly, otherwise where would Master need to endure humiliation?" The little attendant said indignantly, "If there were another with the physique like the Emperor, Master’s injuries could heal more quickly."

"Who would have thought that the once famous Ye Family bloodline has declined so much, there’s no other way now, deliver more Spiritual Medicine to those brothers, make sure they grow rapidly." Gao Zhuo said with a vicious expression.

"Yes, Master, you’re feeling really unwell now, should we find a few more boys and girls?"

Gao Zhuo closed his eyes, quietly responded "Mm."

The next night, Jingzhao Mansion received news of several more missing children’s cases, but unfortunately, once the report was submitted to the National Master Mansion, it disappeared without a trace.

On the fifteenth of the lunar month, the Emperor and Empress married. The State Preceptor dressed magnificently, the courtiers and civilians saluted him, while the Emperor Ye Qiu seemed to be completely ignored as he sat in the back to offer sacrifices at the Heavenly Altar.

The bright red ceremonial robes made his complexion even paler, he merely sat there, without a trace of expression on his face, like a puppet.

In this dynasty, it is not customary for brides to wear a veil, thus Kong Suxin’s first impression on him was weakness and ineptitude, which made her even more dissatisfied. But since the State Preceptor was in front, with the eyes of the courtiers and citizens upon them, she showed no sign of rebellion, without a hint of joy in her expression.

However, the State Preceptor was indeed the most revered figure in the Daluo Dynasty, so even though the two newlyweds showed no joy, no one paid attention to them.