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

Imperial Palace.

Meloeus, who was still handling government affairs and ordered people to speed up the investigation of the nobles, lowered his head and did not notice Tarasha's arrival.

Tarasha stood at the door, looking at the people inside.

She was Meloeus's mother, and had raised him for a hundred years. She knew very well that the child hated being restricted and did not like dealing with officials in the court.

But now Meloeus was able to handle government affairs with ease, which was beyond her expectations and made her feel distressed.

Her eldest son has grown up and become sensible.

The former flamboyant and free-spirited prince has become a wise and powerful emperor, but she doesn't know whether this change is good or bad.

Tarasha stood there and watched for a long time.

She didn't come to her senses until all the officials in the room left and her son came up to her.

"Mother, why are you here?"

Meloeus helped his dazed mother into the meeting room and sat her down. He then asked the maid to bring tea and snacks and placed them in front of her.

"Have some tea, and tell me slowly if you have anything to say."

He thought Tarasha came to see him for some important matter, but he didn't know that she just came to see her son, which made him feel that things had changed and people had changed.

Tarasha raised her hand and waved lightly, leaving only her son behind.

She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but saw the scar on the left side of her son's cheek.

"How did you get hurt?"

Meloeus raised his hand and touched his face. "I have been practicing martial arts with several generals recently. Maybe I got hurt accidentally when we were fighting."

"It's okay, they're just minor injuries."

The original owner was an excellent runner, but his frontal combat ability was very poor. If he wanted to fight the federal army head-on in the future, he had to practice, otherwise he would be a drag on the battlefield.

So he found himself a few martial arts masters, or it would be more accurate to say, martial arts sparring partners.

Tarasha's fingers trembled slightly when she heard that, and she reached out her hand cautiously but did not dare to touch.

"You used to be the one who was most afraid of pain."

"...Now I am not afraid of hardship or fatigue and am willing to learn martial arts from the generals."

Meloeus said softly, "People always change. I can't always be that fledgling protected by its parents, unable to flap its wings and fly far away."

"Mother, I should have grown up a long time ago."

The original owner was the eldest son of his parents and was the definite heir to the throne, but he did not want to become the crown prince of the empire and only wanted to live a carefree life.

The late emperor originally thought that his son was young and playful, so he wanted to let the child have fun before coming back to inherit the throne, but the original owner had made up his mind.

The late emperor tried to persuade him several times, but failed to make him change.

So the late emperor, who loved children very much, fulfilled the original owner's wish and stopped urging the child to grow up. Instead, he had a second son, Areli, with Tarasha and raised him carefully.

Because of this, Areli became the crown prince.

Areli, who was carefully educated by the late emperor, took over the burden of the empire from his incompetent brother, and eventually died in battle to protect the Ike galaxy.

Ariely was only forty-two when he died.

He was a qualified crown prince, benevolent and wise, worthy of the teachings of the previous emperor and the expectations of the people, and he tried his best to preserve the territory of the empire.

But these things should have been done by the original owner.

Now that he is using the original owner's body, he will naturally shoulder the responsibilities that the original owner should have borne.

Tarasha patted her son's shoulder gently and said in a gentle voice: "You have really grown up, but you must also pay attention to your body."

“You are my only son left, so please don’t die young like Areli did, leaving me and Yoruba alone.”

Meloeus held Tarasha's hand and said, "I will cherish my life. After all, there are still many things waiting for me to accomplish!"

Tarasha's eyes were sour, "You..."

"My son, you still want to avenge your father and the Areli couple, but Inigo of the Federation is a sinister character!"

"You have to be careful and don't put yourself in danger."

She was afraid that her eldest son would be blinded by hatred and ignore his country. By then, the Stiaan Empire would be plunged into a new civil strife.

She was also afraid that Meloeus would die in the fight to defeat the federal army like her youngest son, Areli, and she would experience the pain of losing a son again.

Meloeus held his mother's shaking hand and looked at her firmly, "Mother, I know my limits. You just need to protect Yoruba."

"The flag of the empire will rise again."

"As the commander-in-chief, I will completely eradicate Inigo and the federal government behind him, and make them pay for the death of my empire's monarch and ministers!"

Tarasa sighed softly upon hearing this and raised her other hand to hold Meloeus's hand.

"Son, remember to act with caution and don't be impulsive."

She couldn't persuade Meloeus, and she just hoped that her son would be fully prepared before starting the war.

After all, she also hates the Federation!

If it weren't for Inigo and other people in the Federation, how could her husband be assassinated by Duke Ethan and his assassins, how could her daughter-in-law be kidnapped to the battlefield, and how could her son fight to the death to defeat the enemy!

The federal government and the Styian Empire have long been incompatible and irreconcilable. The current truce is just a temporary one, and war will break out again sooner or later.

Tarasha saw this very clearly.

The most important thing is that her eldest son advocates war and has always been thinking about fighting back.

Meloeus smiled slightly, "Don't worry, mother."

"Although I have limited interest in many things, I will never forget a grudge." He turned his head to look at the star field power distribution map hanging in the center of the conference room, and his eyes fell on the area under the jurisdiction of the Federation.

"As the saying goes: It is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge."

The corners of his lips slightly raised, and he said in a deep voice: "Mother, I will not fight a war without preparation. Inigo and the Federation will pay for the evil they have done to the Empire sooner or later!"

"The Styrian Empire is not something that those ambitious radicals can dream of!"