Quick Wear: The Pure Beauty Becomes the Boss's Favorite

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Meloeus, who was in the Imperial Palace, looked helplessly at his nephew who was clinging to his legs, his slender white fingers tapping lightly on the table.

[The deer in this world are called Meloeus.]

Yoruba, who was only five years old, blinked his big watery eyes and looked at his uncle, "When will my parents come back?"

"Uncle, I miss them so much..."

Meloeus rubbed his nephew's face, his phoenix eyes that were very similar to his own flashed with pity, and he spoke in a gentle voice.

"In three days, they will be back."

However, the people who came back were not living people, but two corpses that died on the battlefield of the Ike galaxy.

The little guy's parents are no longer alive.

Yoruba nodded heavily and hugged the thigh of the person in front of him tightly, refusing to let go.

"Uncle, I heard from my grandmother that you were going to be the emperor, but you didn't want to be the emperor, didn't you?"

Compared to his busy father, he actually spends more time with his dude.

He knew that his uncle didn't like staying in the palace.

But my grandmother kidnapped my uncle yesterday and sent heavy troops to guard his palace.

He was a little confused. Wasn't the prince his father? Why wasn't his father the emperor? And why had his parents been gone for so long?

First, Dad left for the war, then Mom left.

He and his grandmother were the only ones left in the palace, but his grandmother seldom told him about what was happening on the front line.

All he knew was that the Empire won and the Federation lost.

Meloeus sighed softly, "Although I don't want to, I have no choice. You are still too young, otherwise you should sit on the throne."

“Yoruba, you still need the care of your elders.”

The queen who is about to be promoted to queen mother has not yet told Yoruba the news of Areli and his wife’s death in battle, but instead sent the child to him.

The purpose is to tell the truth through his mouth.

After all, the queen couldn't bear to tell the truth, and was afraid that her eldest grandson would be heartbroken, so she could only let her eldest grandson's closer uncle explain.

But it was difficult for him to open his mouth and tell the truth.

Yoruba raised his head as if he understood something, and stared at his uncle with his big eyes.

"Uncle, what do you mean the throne belongs to me?"

His uncle and father are both here, so how could it be his turn to sit on the throne of the empire!

Did something happen to Dad?

Meloeus felt the tightening of the little hands and finally decided to tell the truth. After all, although the child was small, he was not a fool without brains. His nephew might have a bad premonition in his heart.

“Yoruba, I need to tell you something.”

"Your mother suddenly left the palace two months ago. She did not take the initiative to go to the battlefield to comfort the soldiers. Instead, she was tied up by the enemy and taken to the front line as a prisoner."

"She couldn't bear to see your father in trouble, and didn't want to become a sinner of the empire, so she committed suicide in front of the two armies to fulfill the righteousness of the empire's crown princess."

"Your father led his troops to a great victory over the Federation Army and severely injured the Federation leader Inigo, but he himself was also injured and eventually died in the Ike Galaxy."

"In three days, your parents' bodies will be returned."

"Mom and Dad..." When Yoruba heard the truth, he fell to the ground with tears in his eyes.

"They died one after another, on the battlefield."

"I see. No wonder my grandmother kept me by her side and let my uncle take over the throne!"

It turned out that his parents died.

The little white baby shed tears silently, and the tears fell to the ground with a plop.

Meloeus bent down and picked up the crying child, took out a handkerchief and wiped his face, "What's the point of crying? Instead of crying alone, it's better to make yourself strong and take revenge as soon as possible!"

"The Federation is still there, and Inigo is not dead yet."

“Revenge…” Yoruba repeated the word with tears in his eyes, “Uncle, can we really avenge our parents?”

He is still so young and weak, is it really possible?

Meloeus nodded slightly, "Of course I can. I will lead my troops to crush the Federation under my feet, and I will also use Inigo's blood to commemorate the dead souls."

A deep voice sounded slowly, flowing out of his throat as if it had been quenched by ice.

"Not only your parents died in this war, but also my brother and sister-in-law, my father, and many soldiers loyal to the empire."

"I will avenge this sooner or later!"

He touched Yoruba's little face and said, "Citizens of the Empire become adults when they reach the age of thirty. I promise you that the Federation will collapse before you reach adulthood."

“Yoruba, you need to grow up well.”

Humans in ordinary planes only live for a hundred years, but humans in this interstellar world can live for five hundred years, causing the age of adulthood to increase accordingly.

三十岁以前都是未成年人，30岁至300岁是青年，300岁至400岁是中年，400岁至500岁是老年。

People's appearance changes at every time period.

Yoruba, who is less than 100 years old, is now a minor, while Meloeus, who is years old, is in the prime of his youth.

Yoruba nodded quickly, "I will!"

He hugged Meloeus' neck and stared at the face in front of him with tears in his eyes.

"Uncle, don't you want to go out and play?"

Meloeus rubbed his nephew's head and said gently, "I do like to play, but I have things that are a hundred times more important than eating, drinking and having fun right now."

"It won't be too late for me to play again after I have my revenge."

He pulled off the exquisite cufflink on his clothes and held it in Yoruba's palm.

"Now I just want to protect the empire and my family."

Yoruba looked at the blue cufflinks in his hand, his eyes falling on the national emblem on the cufflinks. The pattern of the imperial emblem was thorns and roses intertwined.

He will eventually step over all the thorns that block his way and bloom like a rose.

"Uncle, I think I understand a little bit."

Meloeus wiped his nephew's face and sat him down on the sofa. "You still have time to learn. I believe Yoruba will understand."

"What we should do now is to stabilize the situation."

"Your grandfather and parents passed away suddenly. The most urgent task is to prevent civil unrest from breaking out in the empire, otherwise the Federation and the other six countries will pounce on us."

“By then, with internal and external troubles, it will be too late.”

Yoruba looked at Meloeus as if he understood, and said softly, "That's why my grandmother let my uncle take the throne, in order to avoid civil unrest in the empire."

Meloeus nodded slightly, "Indeed."

"Otherwise, I would have run away long ago. I would not have stayed in the palace and waited for the throne."

He pursed his lips, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said proudly: "You know how powerful my escape skills are."

Yoruba blinked and said, "Uncle could have run away but didn't because he didn't want the empire to be in chaos."

"But uncle used to be the one who couldn't wait any longer."

His father went out every day because he was busy with work, but his uncle couldn't stay in the palace because he was bored and always liked to stroll around crowded places.

Meloeus said calmly: "I have to stay even if I can't. This is my responsibility as a member of the royal family."

"My last name is Rossthorne after all!"

"As a child of the royal family, no matter how absurd the action is, you must always put the safety of the empire first."

"I understand. When I grow up, I will protect the peace of the empire like my elders." Yoruba looked at Meloeus with sparkling eyes, his little hands tightly grasping the cufflink with the national emblem printed on it.

He will move forward firmly on the road ahead.

He would defend the empire like his grandfather and father, live up to the empire's name like his mother, and willingly give up his freedom like his uncle.