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

Mid-August.

The Styian Empire team, led by the new emperor Yoruba, arrived at the Dora galaxy with the clear purpose of meeting Meloeus who was there.

The leader of the Demon Dragon Clan brought them to the planet Ain.

Yoruba and others successfully met Meloeus who was eating and drinking freely.

However, when Yoruba saw that his uncle looked very good and was in the mood to tease the dragon, he almost cried on the spot. Sadness was not enough to describe him.

He worked tirelessly to handle government affairs, but his uncle, who was supposed to stay in the palace, was living a carefree life outside. This contrast made him feel uncomfortable.

Oh, it was a wrong choice after all!

Now that the uncle had the magic dragon as a companion, he completely forgot about his nephew.

As soon as Meloeus raised his head, he saw his cheap nephew rushing towards him with a bitter face. He quickly grabbed Yoruba's head to stop him.

"Just say what you want to say, don't cry!"

Yoruba paused, looking at the cold and indifferent uncle with tears in his eyes, "You become cold and indifferent after being out there for a while."

"Wow, wow, I'm going to complain to my grandmother."

Meloeus snorted coldly, "Stop it, let's get down to business and stop using this as an excuse."

Yoruba wiped away his tears and said directly: "I don't think I am qualified to be the emperor, so I want to ask my uncle to return to the empire to take charge of the overall situation."

Meloeus said coldly, "Impossible! You have already succeeded to the new emperor, how can you regret it? Hurry up and talk about the next thing. Don't waste my time."

Yoruba said with a sad face, "The second is your marriage to Edmund."

"My grandmother asked me to ask you in person what you meant."

"If you and Edmund love each other, then the Empire is willing to marry you as queen; otherwise, the Styrian Empire is not afraid to go to war with the Dragon Clan."

Edmund, who happened to walk to the door and heard these words, looked at the dragon clan leader.

The former was filled with righteous indignation and felt slandered.

The latter had a serious expression and was worried about the future of the ethnic group.

Before the uncle and nephew could step forward and speak, Meloeus' voice was heard.

"Edmund and I are in love with each other. You can tell my mother what I said."

Yoruba curled his lips and said, "Okay then."

He looked at Meloeus eagerly, hoping that his uncle would come home with him.

"Are you really not going back to Navekos with me? The imperial officials and my grandmother are looking forward to your return. Many officials have asked about your recent situation many times."

Meloeus said gently: "You can let me go back, but you just stay as the emperor."

Yoruba felt a lump in his throat when he heard this.

"Uncle, I just became an adult this year. Aren't you pushing me too hard?"

Meloeus narrowed his narrow phoenix eyes, and his emerald green pupils were fixed on Yoruba.

"So what? I was forced to succeed the throne by the ministers and my mother. Now that you have my abdication decree, what's wrong with that?"

The Yoruba were speechless.

Meloeus continued, "Yoruba, you are much luckier than I was back then. You are my only and carefully trained heir."

"Your succession is legitimate and reasonable."

"And you can handle this responsibility, unlike me who had to learn everything."

He patted Yoruba on the shoulder and said earnestly: "What I hand over to you is a prosperous and powerful empire, not a precarious country. You are capable of managing it well."

Yoruba clenched his fingers and pursed his lips, "But you are the real power holder who has managed this country in an orderly and prosperous manner."

"Uncle, why don't you want to be the emperor?"

Meloeus pondered for a moment and said calmly: "Perhaps it is because I was born into a royal family but have a free heart that I have never loved royal power and wealth."

"It was like this before, and it is still like this now."

He looked at Yoruba's handsome face, which was similar to Areli's, and said with a sad look, "Your father was born because I didn't want to be a successor."

"Since you asked, I'll tell you about that old story." He relaxed his brows and began to recall the memory deep in his mind.

"Before your father was born, I was the eldest and only son of the late emperor. Your grandparents loved me the most and almost did me in everything for me."

"In fact, it's not an exaggeration to say that I dote on you."

"It is because of their pampering that I have been outspoken and willful since I was a child. I do what I like, and no one can force me to do what I don't like."

Having said this, he looked at the Yoruba in front of him. There was a hint of tenderness in his sparkling green eyes, and his voice was low and magnetic.

"After I came of age, your grandfather repeatedly wanted me to become the crown prince and take over government affairs, but I didn't want to, so your grandfather finally compromised."

"Not long after, I had a younger brother, Areli."

"Since my brother was born, my father has been concentrating on training Areli to be the crown prince, and has always turned a blind eye to my affairs."

"So, I lived an even more carefree life, and everyone said that the royal family had a dandy prince."

"But I don't care. I just do what I want."

He squeezed Yoruba's shoulders and said in the tone of an elder: "Yoruba, now you understand, I have never been able to be an emperor."

"I am a dandy boy, and I have no interest in sitting on the throne for the rest of my life."

Yoruba's clenched fingers loosened and clenched again, his frown did not relax, and his breathing became heavy, "But you shouldn't be like this!"

"I have seen you command the battlefield and govern the country wisely. You are completely different from what you described. Moreover, you have awakened the thorn and the rose. You are the emperor that the Styrian Empire needs."

"Uncle, I can be the prince again. Are you willing to be the emperor again?"

Meloeus said frankly: "I don't want to."

His eyes were half-closed, with a sharp look in them, and his chestnut-brown hair was slightly drooping.

“Once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back.”

“Yoruba, you are already the emperor.”

Yoruba lowered his eyes and remained silent, his frowning brows failing to relax for a long time.

Meloeus pinched Yoruba's chin and looked directly into Yoruba's inner fear. "Are you afraid that you are not qualified to be the emperor?"

"You were taught by me, so what's so scary about that?"

Yoruba's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he took a deep breath, "I'm afraid that I haven't done well enough, and I'm afraid that the people of the empire will be disappointed in me..."

Meloeus smiled with his lips curved, his cold face showing an arrogant spirit.

"You did great while I was gone."

"If you care about the opinions of your people, then go and listen to their voices yourself."

"I'm sure they'll approve of you."

Yoruba slowly raised his eyes, and the boy, who had become insecure due to the heavy political affairs and the worries in his heart, straightened his back and stood up with his head held high.

"I understand. Thank you for your guidance, uncle."

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Meloeus' lips, and that smile was like a spring breeze.

"Yoruba, you are the crown prince of the empire that I raised. No one in this world is more qualified than you to inherit my throne and the foundation of my empire."

"The future of the empire belongs to you."

The era of Meloe has ended, and the coming era is the Yoruba era, which will be a brilliant era.

Yoruba is the new son of destiny and will lead the world into a new future.

Yoruba smiled and said, "Then I also wish my uncle to regain his freedom. From now on, the sky is high and the birds can fly freely, and the sea is wide and the fish can jump freely."

"I wish you a happy marriage and long-lasting happiness."

Meloeus chuckled at the words, looked at Edmund who was jumping towards him, and took the initiative to reach out and hug the boy who threw himself into his arms.