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

Two hours later.

The little prince returned to Tarasha during the lunch break and hugged his grandmother's arms, rubbing her shoulders softly.

"Grandma, Yoruba has something to ask you~"

Talasha hugged her precious grandson and said softly, "Yoruba is here, my dear grandson, what do you want to ask me?"

Yoruba said softly, "Grandma, why is Padrick following my uncle as a guard? I remember my uncle said he was a politician."

Tarasha's body stiffened slightly, "..."

What could she say about this! Was she going to say that her nephew was thinking about her eldest son with ill intentions?

Oh my god! This is killing me!

Yoruba blinked his big, soft eyes and looked at his silent grandmother curiously.

"Grandma, don't you know either?"

Tarasha held her forehead with a headache, "Yoruba, it was Padrick's personal choice to give up his political identity and choose to enter the palace as a guard. Padrick did this because he had ulterior motives for your uncle."

"...You don't need to pay attention to him. He will know how to turn back when he hits a wall."

It's not like she hadn't tried to persuade Padraic, but the kid had been blinded by Meloeus, and his mind and eyes were filled with her eldest son.

It was such a sin, she felt tired just thinking about it!

Not to mention the eldest son who is now obsessed with his career, even the idle and cynical first prince in the past was not interested in women.

Not only is he not interested in women, he is also not interested in men.

Her eldest son was indeed playful, but the brat had never been into emotions.

It was so in the past and it is so now.

Yoruba blinked his eyes, not quite understanding, wondering what Padrick's selfish motives were. Did he want to become his uncle's close minister?

Even so, there is no need to be a guard!

If you want to become your uncle's trusted and close minister, becoming your uncle's bodyguard is not the only way. There are other ways to get your uncle's attention.

He rubbed his little face in distress.

The adult world is so complicated and hard to understand!

Tarasha pursed her lips and began to think about the important matter of urging her son to choose a concubine and have children.

Meloeus is not young anymore, it’s time for him to start a family!

Her youngest son, Areli, married his childhood sweetheart soon after he came of age, and she never had to worry about the marriage at all.

But the eldest son has always been alone, and it is time for him to find a partner, and the royal bloodline also needs to be passed on!

She will go to discuss this matter with Haodaer later.

Tarasha accompanied Yoruba for lunch, sent her eldest grandson to the Literary Museum, and then went to the Emperor's Palace to find Meloeus with her maid.

"I have something important to tell you!"

"Son, it's time for you to start a family."

“???” Meloeus stared at his mother, who was urging him to get married for no apparent reason.

"Mother, I'm busy! How can I have time to start a family? Isn't this just causing trouble for me?"

Even if the Federation has been defeated and all thirty regions have fallen into the hands of the Empire, it will still take a lot of energy to govern three thousand more habitable planets.

He also had to deal with Inigo's followers, and hunt down all of these radical and ambitious people with evil intentions and wipe them out completely.

Generally speaking, he is too busy to get married.

Tarasha sighed, "You are the emperor now, you must inherit the royal bloodline."

She suggested: "Why don't you marry a few concubines first, and then when you have time, you can slowly choose a queen, so that no one will always be thinking about you."

Meloeus: “…”

"Mother, do you want to listen to what you are saying? Father and Areli only married one person, but you want me to marry three concubines and six courtyards!"

"I won't marry, not even one!"

Tarasha put her hands in her pockets and looked helplessly at her eldest son who had suddenly become extremely rebellious.

"Can you stay single forever?"

"The royal family only has one child, Yoruba, so it would be nice if you could give him a brother or sister!"

Meloeus frowned, his emerald eyes showing the helplessness of being urged to get married and have children by his old mother, and his red lips slightly opened and closed.

"Mother, I have already determined the successor."

"Yoruba is my successor, why should I have other princes and princesses?"

He raised his eyebrows and said, "If you like children, when Yoruba comes of age, you can arrange a princess for him, and we can have four generations living under one roof."

Tarasha's face darkened when she heard this, "!!!"

"Meloes, Yoruba is only nine years old, can you be more careful with your words!"

Meloeus smiled and said, "No."

"I have a bad mouth, and you know this for a long time. What's more, I am telling the truth this time. What a wonderful wish it is to have four generations living under one roof."

Tarasha deadpanned, "Haha."

"I don't care about you, do whatever you want! If something happens, don't come to me."

He has the ability to attract love affairs. If he refuses to get married, it will cause trouble for the other party. She will just watch the show from the side.

"Oh~" Meloeus watched Tarasha leave and continued to deal with the documents at hand, not taking the other person's words to heart at all.

Something happened? What the hell! He's fine!

When Tarasha went out, she saw her annoying nephew Padraic standing guard at the door. She became even more upset and wished he had never been there.

Oh, what a filthy thing this is!

The nephew was disobedient and insisted on entering the palace, but the eldest son was only concerned with his ambitions and didn't want to get married and have children.

These two enemies are really giving her a headache!

Padraic stood at the door obediently and watched Tarasha leave.

He knew his behavior was ridiculous.

Not only was his aunt disappointed, his parents also opposed his decision to give up his original position to become a guard, but he just wanted to be closer to the emperor.

Even just a glance at His Majesty would be enough.

Malcolm, the captain of the palace guards, patted Patrick on the shoulder and swallowed back the words of persuasion that were about to come out of his mouth.

"Do your duty well and don't be negligent."

Padrick nodded slightly, "I understand."

He knew that Malcolm wanted to persuade him, but he didn't want to listen to it now. He just wanted to pursue the person in his heart as he pleased.

He will accept it regardless of success or failure.

Malcolm walked into the inner hall and presented the report he had just received to Meloeus.

"Your Majesty, this is today's report from each star."

Meloeus slowly raised his eyes, his handsome face showing a calm expression, "Put down the report, and go out. I will call you after I finish reading it."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Malcolm put down the report and obediently retreated out of the hall.

He couldn't help but sigh when he thought of His Majesty's extremely handsome face. His Majesty Meloeus's beauty far surpassed that of the late emperor and Prince Areli. He was the perfect combination of the best qualities of his parents.

Your Majesty has the appearance of a snake-like beauty.

Gloomy, enchanting, and charmingly dangerous, it silently seduces the audience.

With such captivating beauty and the great achievements Your Majesty has made since he ascended the throne, it is no wonder that so many people admire Your Majesty.

A wise, brave, and virtuous monarch who works hard to govern the country is attractive enough in itself, and with such unparalleled beauty, who could not be impressed by Your Majesty?

Oh, he is not interested because he has a wife.

Malcolm is a loyal minister, unlike Patrick and others who have evil intentions.