Chapter 672 Belated Wedding

Augustus' wedding was approaching, and the entire palace was in a state of bustle. Everyone, whether courtiers or slaves, were busy as hell.

Similarly, in Augustus's bedroom, Luca was being helped by his servants to put on a purple silk robe embroidered with gold patterns for his wedding.

Some people also put a gold necklace around his neck, with a finely carved hexagonal red gem in the middle.

The waiter also wanted to put gorgeous rings on Luca's ten fingers, but Luca refused. He didn't seem to like these flashy things.

During the preparation, Andrew walked into Luca's room and watched Luca put on various gorgeous clothes and jewelry one by one.

"Oh, if you're not my most loyal supporter." Lu Jia noticed Andrew, he turned around and glanced at Andrew, then said with a smile: "If someone comes here to bless me at this time, I'm afraid the only person I can think of is you, Andrew, my friend."

"Oh, yes, yes, Luca." Andrew nodded repeatedly, then he turned his gaze away, as if he had something to hide. He hummed for a long time, as if he didn't know how to start.

"It looks like you're in trouble, Andrew." Luca turned around and looked at the smiling Andrew, and he knew that he must have something on his mind. "Tell me, let me see what's bothering you."

"I came to Constantinople with my family." Andrew crossed his hands and naturally placed them on the front of his body. He looked at Luca with an anxious look in his eyes. "Caesar, I know I shouldn't bother you at this time, but now..."

"Huh? Why didn't you tell me about this in time?" Luga looked a little unhappy.

"Sorry, sorry." Andrew looked terrified. He was so afraid of Luga, like a half-grown child afraid of his father.

Luga looked at Andrew with fear. He did not regard Luga as his friend at all. Instead, he regarded him more like his leader, his superior, someone he was extremely afraid of.

He lowered his head and looked at Luga, as if the brotherhood they had before no longer counted, and the present between the two of them was like being separated by a towering mountain range, and they could never go back to the way they were before.

"I understand, I understand, Andrew." Luca nodded slightly, as if at this moment their friendship was no longer the same as before. Luca straightened his chest again, and looked down at Andrew standing at the door with the majesty of Augustus.

"I will arrange a very nice house for you. After all, during the internal strife, many unlucky nobles lost their villas."

"Really? Really!"

Andrew looked very excited. He stared at Luga with wide eyes in surprise, and his expression was clearly filled with satisfaction and joy.

Luca didn't know how to deal with Andrew's joy. He now had to realize that he could no longer treat Andrew with the same attitude as before.

"Whatever. Whatever."

This is how Luca comforted himself. He sighed secretly in his heart and said to Andrew, "Andrew, I very much welcome your family to come to Constantinople. Of course, I am also very happy to welcome them to attend my wedding."

"Really, really! Thank you, thank you! Caesar, thank you!" Andrew kept bowing and thanking him. His humble appearance was like a slave begging for a little mercy from his master.

Looking at Andrew's pitiful appearance, Luga could not help but shook his head and snorted coldly. He did not want to look down on Andrew who seemed to have changed.

Outside the door, various musical instruments sounded in unison, and all the different noises came together to miraculously turn into beautiful music. This was a hint, or a reminder, because the wedding was coming.

"Let's go!"

Luca nodded to the waiter beside him, and the waiter handed a scepter inlaid with gems of various colors to Luca.

When I walked out of the room, the first thing I saw was the waiters gathered in two rows. They scattered flowers on the red carpet on the ground. Although the weather was a bit cold, everyone was shivering with the gusts of cold wind.

They looked at Luca, dressed in gorgeous clothes, descending like a god, and everyone knelt slowly on the ground, each of them whispering: "Caesar, Caesar!"

Enjoying the submission of the crowd, Luca slowly walked forward, holding a scepter in his left hand and a gorgeously decorated cross in his right hand.

Luca walked forward. This set of gorgeous clothes and jewelry wrapped him like a whole set of armor, making him bear the weight all the time.

In the middle of the palace, everyone was waiting anxiously. Of course, the two Augustas stood on both sides of the door, staring at each other, with an irreconcilable aura.

Likinia was indeed resistant to Tenaia, and she would stand aside and roll her eyes at Tenaia from time to time.

Because they were brides, they both wore six braids that only brides would wear. Although it was the same hairstyle, Tenaia was of Gallic descent, which was a rare species compared to Licinia's Greek descent. So she looked more like an alien in front of everyone, and so she attracted a lot of attention.

Tenaia still looked around timidly and responded to the gazes from everyone around her. She was very alert and held tightly to little Adnus who was standing beside her with her right hand, giving him the protection that a mother should have.

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Now, the mother and son, who had just arrived, were isolated and helpless, and it seemed that all the court officials outside were more inclined to stand on the side of Licinia. After all, she was the offspring of the previous Augustus, and no matter from which aspect, she had incomparable superiority over Tenea.

At such a grand wedding and festive moment, the two sides seemed to be confronting each other vigilantly. At least Tenaia could clearly see Likinia's charming face.

Her eyes were fixed on Adnus who was hiding behind Tenaia. As a woman, she was convinced that the reason why Luca went against all odds and married this woman with no reputation and no background was definitely because of this child.

It is undeniable that Tenaia would be the biggest obstacle to Flavius' continued rule over Rome.

At this time, John Antiochus leaned close to Licinia's ear and whispered, "Madam, as long as we strongly oppose it, then the son of this woman will never be able to get the name of Flavius."

"That means he can't possibly become a rival for power in the future, right?" Likinia responded.

"You could say that, ma'am."

"But things are unpredictable." Licinia sighed and said to John Antiochus, "Now please contact Minister Demisius and other court officials to keep an eye on the officers under Caesar. If the news we got yesterday is reliable, we have to prepare for the worst."

"As you wish, ma'am."

Luga walked all the way from the inner palace to the middle level of the palace, where he met his two brides.

The palace guards stood on both sides of the smooth cobblestone road. They were wearing purple cloaks and holding spears crossed in mid-air. Luga held Likinia's left hand and Tenaia's right hand, and walked towards the last door of the palace leading to the square.

(End of this chapter)