Chapter 143: Isn't it a bad idea to rob someone's wife through political marriage? Your Majesty...
StarNet is in an uproar!
Driven by the speed of quantum information transmission, the news that the old empire was going to be restored had spread throughout the world in less than half an hour.
In the living room, in school, on the street, wherever there is Internet communication, there are people looking at the terminal with their mouths wide open in shock. Even the children standing under the big screen in Capital Star Mall forgot about the ice cream in their hands and let it melt happily.
On the big screen, the female anchor finished her serious news broadcast and began an online interview with experts.
The female anchor pressed the headset:
"Hello, Professor Chen. As our station's special expert on national conditions analysis, can you clarify one thing for us - are the actions of the traitor Bai Ling and the late emperor legal?"
Professor Chen is only forty years old, but his head is already bald.
He wiped the sweat off his face nervously, but unfortunately the light above his head became brighter and brighter. When the camera light hit him, it was more painful than being burned by fire:
"This... this is really hard to say. First, the late emperor never signed an abdication edict. Second, in the current constitution of the new empire, there is no sentence stating that the old empire has collapsed."
"So legally speaking, the sovereignty of the old empire still exists, and the sovereignty follows the monarch, belonging to the late Emperor Isupalaiso. He can give the sovereignty to whomever he wants."
The female anchor’s voice lacked emotion: “So you think it’s legal?”
Professor Chen waved his hands anxiously: "No, no, no, I didn't say that, don't slander me——"
Click, the picture was cut off, and the professor's screams of being dragged away could be faintly heard in the background.
Another flash, and the heroine appeared on the screen. She sang praises in a clear and melodious voice, just as she had done at the end of so many evening news broadcasts over the past decade:
"God bless the Empire, God bless The Great King!"
For some reason, pedestrians passing by the big screen all had a strong premonition in their hearts -
Perhaps soon, we won’t have to hear this stupid conclusion anymore.
·
The Great King himself is in a state of unprecedented collapse and hysteria.
Strictly speaking, it's not just him, the entire Interstellar Alliance is in chaos. According to its origin, it can be divided into seafood porridge, chicken porridge and beef porridge.
A group of politicians, centered around Cade and the federal president, were in a state of panic and still found it unbelievable.
——Restoring the country, is this reasonable?
After the secretary general checked the documents, everyone broke out in a cold sweat:
…It turns out that the sovereignty of Isuparaiso has always been in the Interstellar Alliance!
This is like a group, with the Federation and the Empire as the group leaders and the other smaller countries acting as members.
Originally, when the old empire and the new empire were replaced, Isuparaiso should have handed over the account and password of this group leader to Cade.
But he didn't know whether it was intentional or accidental, he just didn't give it.
Later, CapitaLand joined the group, led by the federal government, which opened another account for him and gave him management authority.
Therefore, from a procedural point of view, Cade is the "illegal" one.
As for why Cade hasn't filled this bug over the years - he tried hard! Hasn't he been harassing the mermaids relentlessly for the past ten years, asking them for the scepter?
But the old viper wouldn't give it to him, what else could he do?
Although he could kill the man and take the scepter directly, given the old snake's insidious and cunning nature, he would definitely hide the scepter in a place no one would expect.
If he were to kill him completely, he would probably never see the scepter again in his life.
After hearing his complaints, Heinz became curious:
"Your Majesty, may I ask what the legendary imperial scepter looks like?"
It’s not that Heinz is ignorant, but that a lot of video materials of the old empire have been deleted. Even though he held a high position as the royal chief of staff and had enormous authority, he only found a few fragments of information in internal government documents.
It is said that the scepter of the mermaid royal family was inherited from ancient Earth.
After the nuclear destruction, the earth was in ruins, with the soil and water filled with explosive doses of nuclear radiation.
The Scandinavian Sea is at a higher latitude and there is an Arctic cold current nearby, which has slowed down the spread of radiation particles to a certain extent and bought some time for local marine life to adapt to the harsh environment. Afterwards, magical creatures such as mutated rotten mermaids, giant octopuses, giant squids, and chaos jellyfish appeared one after another.
Among them, the mermaids belong to a highly intelligent species. The mermaid leader regained his legs and led his people ashore to look for the remaining survivors.
Outside a collapsed research institute, the mermaid leader met a beagle that escaped from the laboratory. The puppy was dying, but it still had a stick tightly in its mouth.
The mermaid leader has a hobby, he likes feeding. It opened the can of meat it had brought with it. The puppy ate happily and gave the stick to the mermaid.
However, they didn't expect that after returning, the mermaids discovered that this was a stick full of magic power.
Whoever obtains it will become the master of the world.
After reading this, Heinz was basically certain that this was nothing more than a fabrication by his predecessors, just like every dynasty had to make up a set of mythological stories about "receiving the Mandate from Heaven" when it was founded.
It’s just that the compiler of the story may be a loyal fan of Grimm’s Fairy Tales, so the story is abstract and absurd. It's too fake to be put in a history book, but it's fine to put it in the 6-year-old children's reading section of a bookstore.
"The shape of a scepter?" Cade was stunned. He thought Heinz was going to help him grab the scepter, so he immediately grabbed a piece of paper eagerly:
"I have only seen it once, I will draw it for you."
Heinz stretched his head to look, and when he saw it, he almost lost control of his expression.
There were only two grey lines on the paper, with small circles used to create a difficult perspective above and below. It was at best at the kindergarten level.
...What kind of thing is this drawing?
Heinz could only flatter from another angle:
"Your Majesty, your painting skills are truly amazing. You can be called the Picasso of the universe."
Cade looked confused and said, "No, Picasso is an abstract painter, I am a realist."
As he was speaking, someone came over from the corridor of the rest area.
They both turned their heads and looked at Commander Bai, who was wearing a black military uniform and holding a stick in his right hand.
Bai Ling glanced at this place with a cold look, suddenly raised his eyebrows, and deliberately waved his stick:
"In case you haven't seen it, this is the Imperial Scepter—mine."
The last two words were pronounced carefully.
Bad and arrogant.
Cade: “…”
Heinz: "... Really realistic."
Seeing that Cade was about to rush out like Teddy who was yelling at the security booth at the entrance of the community, Heinz quickly grabbed him. Kaide blushed and shouted excitedly:
"Give it back to me, it's mine!"
The coveted scepter was right within reach, but he could only look at it and not possess it. He was in so much pain that his suction cup shrank.
Heinz remained calm in the face of danger and calmed Cade down with one sentence:
"Your Majesty, please rest assured. According to the laws of the Empire, the scepter is a national treasure and can only be inherited, not given as a gift. Even the late emperor himself has no right to give such a precious treasure to an outsider casually. You have the right to take it back."
After these words, Cade regained his confidence.
A traitor is a traitor. So what if he has the scepter? As long as there is no legal royal status, it is illegal to hold it and you are unworthy.
Cade said slowly, "You still want to take the scepter and restore your country? That's just a foolish dream."
Bai Ling's expression changed and he grasped the scepter tightly.
Kaide's mouth curled up into a smug smile:
"Bai Ling, kneel down and present the scepter to me with both hands. Otherwise, I will bring you to the interstellar court for the crime of illegally stealing and usurping the imperial treasure!"
The delegations from other countries nearby shook their heads when they heard this. If it really comes to an interstellar court, based on the historical value of the scepter, the compensation would be at least tens of billions.
This amount of money is enough to drag down a small country and send Commander Bai to hell.
Some politicians have already started to smooth things over, advising:
"Commander Bai, you should return the scepter to His Majesty Cade."
"Isupalaiso has already given you a national sovereignty, and you still want the scepter? Don't be too greedy."
"Let's quit while we're ahead."
Unexpectedly, at this moment, the Secretary General rushed in and said to everyone:
"The late emperor has informed us that Commander Bai has the right of succession."
When these words came out, everyone was stunned.
Cade had not expected this, and sneered in disbelief: "What inheritance rights, Secretary General, you should understand that Isuparaiso has no descendants at all."
The Secretary-General denied awkwardly: “Not descendants.”
Everyone looked at each other in confusion. If the children were not to be adopted, then how could the inheritance be passed on?
·
In the hotel, the photographer was retouching the photos taken the day before.
I deleted and reduced the layers and hesitated for a long time, but in the end I just adjusted the color simply to retain the light and shadow at that time to the greatest extent possible.
The photographer admired his work and was filled with emotion:
"It has to be Commander Bai, my muse. I thought I could never take a better picture, but look at this picture of 'Band-Aid'. The composition is golden, the exposure is beautiful, and the theme is clear. If I show it to those picky old judges at Interstellar Times, they will be so impressed!"
At the desk, assistant Shanhu looked back and said helplessly:
“It’s called ‘Band-Aid’?”
The photo shows Commander Bai applying a hemostatic patch to Isuparaiso's painting, which is indeed relevant to the theme - but it can't be so simple and crude, to be honest, it's a bit perfunctory...
The photographer jumped up and hit him on the head:
"You little brat, what do you know? Simple is best. When we post it on Starnet, people will see the title, 'Band-Aid, what is this?' and click in to admire it out of curiosity. Don't worry about what I name it, just write your copy well."
When it comes to copywriting, Coral becomes dejected.
The photographer wanted to submit his photos to be on the cover of Interstellar Times, the most influential electronic magazine in the interstellar world. Submitted articles must bring their own copy, but the photographer couldn't write it, so he gave this job to Coral.
It was originally said that Coral was a top student in the history department of the empire. Combining the paintings of Isupareso with the life of Commander Bai, it should be easy for her to write a copy.
But the problem is that the weekly magazine requires the copy introduction to be within 20 words, to be small and incisive, to be able to analyze the core of the photo at a glance, and to contain a lot of information and be profound... In short, it is full of unrealistic words.
Today's corals are no different from the party B who is asked to produce "colorful black" and is overwhelmed.
Rubbing the aching solar plexus, Coral had overworked her brain and had no idea what was going on, so she simply got up and took a rest.
He turned on the hotel's floating TV, and the default channel that popped up was the news channel.
The red title bar below shows the live broadcast content, which is actually——
Shanhu stood up suddenly, her whole body numb from shock: "Isupalaiso, a political marriage?!"
The photographer was confused and turned his head to look: "What?... Shit!"
He shouted, witnessing history!
It's a feeling of information overload. As tiny individuals, we use our retinas to witness a huge turning point in an era through the medium of electronic screens. As if being hit by a huge object, my brain began to feel hot and numb, and the fingers hanging by my sides began to spasm unconsciously, trying to grab something.
They will all become witnesses of the times!
They witnessed in front of the screen, heads of state witnessed in the conference hall, and Bai Ling witnessed in the center of the lights.
In front of the camera, a handsome white-haired young man stood with a cold and resolute expression. Compared to the strong sense of indomitable spirit and resistance in him, the clear and beautiful face took a secondary place.
This is not a glass vase.
A voice popped up in everyone's mind.
If someone else had this face, they might be praised as a beauty with clear and transparent glass. But Commander Bai is not. He is a kind of tempered glass beauty rarely seen in the world. No matter how much shattering, torture and hardship he has endured, he is still cohesive inside.
You can break him, but you can't defeat him.
Behind him, the iconic cross seal of Isoparaiso emerges and spreads out in all directions in a wide area that occupies the entire eye's field of vision. That familiar, electronically processed, distorted sound, with a majestic reverberation, descended from top to bottom.
"Bai Ling. I will recognize him as the only legitimate heir of Isupalaiso. He will inherit my power, my legitimacy in the empire, my wealth, and everything that belongs to me."
"In order to achieve this goal, to make it solid, to ensure its unshakable, incomparable, irrevocable legitimacy and uniqueness, I will register him as my spouse."
The whole world was in uproar——! ! ! !
As we all know, the first heir to property is the spouse.
In the live broadcast channel, a netizen with the ID "Sea Rabbit" excitedly popularized science:
[Imperial Royal Succession Law: The Queen of this country is the first in line to the throne]
Political marriage, granting legal rights.
Ridiculously reasonable.
Bai Ling held the scepter and felt his fingers were about to embed into the metal. Even with the patience and calmness of a soldier, he still trembled his muscles slightly where no one could see.
The fish asked him to come over and only said that he had something to announce, but didn't say it was an announcement of a marriage... Help, his gums were sore from nervous excitement, and his skull felt like it was being washed by hot water. If this wasn't a worldwide announcement, there would be no escape and he would have locked himself in the house and curled up like mad.
No wonder I said those words in the room just now.
Weird talk.
What's the point of asking about paying a price and bearing the consequences... Damn it, Isuparaiso, this is how you propose to me, using threats and inducements, just like signing a slave contract with the devil!
It's something you can do.
In the live broadcast room, the barrage of comments was swiping the screen like crazy:
[What about Mr. D? ]
[The poor little bird's feed was taken away, and the bird was left with only the feed]
[Isn’t it a bad idea to steal someone else’s wife, Your Majesty…]
The old monarch spoke frankly and made shocking remarks:
"Marriage has nothing to do with love. It is a property system. I will not interfere with Bai Ling's emotional choices with anyone else."
The whole world was shocked. Does this mean voluntary cuckolding?
No, that's not right! Isoparaiso's level of cognition has long transcended worldly love. To him, marriage law is simply an institutional tool.
Marriage is not about belonging, but the legitimacy of power and property.
His marriage was not only to give Bai Ling legitimacy, but also to give legitimacy to him and the tens of thousands of citizens of the country behind him.
This is an extreme means of exploiting the system to achieve one's goals.
He used the Imperial Marriage Law, which was based on the code of "protecting all freedoms of omegas except personal liberty"... No, the Imperial Marriage Law even needed his use to prove its value! He places himself within the system, he exercises moderation, he is not above the law, so he is therefore above everyone else.
The Iron Throne that exists in everyone's heart.
Bai Ling took a deep breath, raised his neck, and the breath in his chest was so intense that he was almost suffering from dyspnea.
It was a marriage without any emotion, just pure sexual intercourse. He really likes it and is willing to do it. She would not use marriage, love, or any morality to hold his feelings hostage - at the moment the contract was signed, Isupalaiso had announced that it would give up controlling his feelings.
Everyone thought it was a political marriage.
But he knew that they were loyal to each other.
The excitement of being an accomplice sharing a secret under the watchful eyes of the whole world is so uncontrollable that one's mind becomes disturbed and one's heart beats wildly.
——My most admired and loyal disciple. To affirm him, I married him. Fulfill the duties of a founding father.
"Ah..." Bai Ling's chest rose and fell violently, and his eyes flashed:
He is worthy of being the alpha that I have chosen. He knows what I want and what he can give me.
For people like Lan Qi, political marriage means: I have power, and I will use my power to help you. Power is shifting downward.
For Isupalaiso it is: I have the power, and I give it directly to you. Power shift.
Bai Ling pursed her lips, then raised the corners of her mouth.
In fact, there is no need for you to ask me again and again whether I am willing or not.
I've already agreed, haven't I?
In that dark night of war, you held up a lamp and said, "I'm afraid you won't be able to see my face in the dark and won't want to come with me."
I don't know who you are, but I'm willing to follow you.
Peregrine falcons are birds that attract light. As long as there are lights, I can survive in the darkness of the city. You are my guiding light.
Under the gaze of the crowd, he knelt on one knee and responded in a solemn voice:
"Yes, Your Majesty"
I will not fail you, Your Majesty.
But when Bai Ling raised his head, everyone keenly discovered that there was not complete respect and obedience in those gray eyes, but more of resistance and ambition.
They boldly predicted that an alliance without any emotional basis and formed purely for the sake of interests would inevitably fall apart and eventually lead to a coup d'état...
Or to be more direct, a usurpation of the throne.
One is a dictatorial monarch of the interstellar era who is deeply rooted in people's hearts, and the other is a leader of a revolutionary army who has experienced great ups and downs. Is there any combination more weird and incompatible than this?
Outside the screen, Coral stood there for a long time, as if he was caught in the whirlpool of history and couldn't extricate himself. When he heard the word "Your Majesty", he suddenly woke up from his dream.
As if it was an instinct driven by his brain, he grabbed the pen like crazy, seizing the inspiration of that moment, without even having time to pick up the paper, he bit the pen cap and wrote frantically on his left arm.
The ball of the ballpoint pen slides across the skin, as if creating sparks on a matchbox. The moment she finished writing, Coral took a deep breath, and everything was settled, as if this stage of her life had been completed.
Then he walked back to the table with a brisk and encouraging look.
Typing on a light computer.
There is no gimmick, and there is no direct mention of the characters' names. Just 12 words are enough to make the whole world think of them subconsciously when they see them, and the meaning is deeply rooted in their bones. Copywriting: italic, gray, size 11, underlined.
He is hegemonic, he is rebellious spirit.
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