Chapter 73: Volume 1 Chapter 73 Ferocious Alpha x Gentle Omega (13)

As soon as the news of the royal-bestowed marriage was sent out, Jing Cang and Rong Qingzhou's Hatred Value directly rose to 80.

Meanwhile, Rong Mingcheng's Love Points rose to 100 in one night, but his Hatred Value rose to 60.

Jiang Zhi sensed something, "If they are all the villain's doppelgängers, then are their emotions shared?"

777 responded, combining the data: "Yes, they are shared. If one doppelgänger's Love Points reach full value, the others will also rise. As for Hatred Value, Rong Mingcheng only has 60 because he needs to marry the Host."

Those who obtain are happier—an eternal truth.

Jiang Zhi figured it out, her eyes brightening, "That means I just need to raise the affection and Hatred Value of one doppelgänger, and the mission will be complete, right?"

777: "Yes."

As Rong Mingcheng arrived at the palace, the sight was far more shocking than what she had seen at the hotel; the palace floating among the clouds resembled a divine fairyland.

Upon entering the Queen's palace interior, she felt a strong, hard-to-ignore sense of oppression.

Until she stepped onto the expensive, translucent jade stone floor, a cold voice came from beside her.

"Kneel."

As a citizen of the Empire, facing the royal family, it was natural for her to kneel.

"No need." Rong Mingcheng took her hand, his face showing a perfect smile, "Mother, she is my future wife."

The Queen seated above glanced at Rong Mingcheng and said, "Mingcheng, go out; I want to speak alone with your future wife."

Rong Mingcheng did not move, half of his body blocking Jiang Zhi in front, obstructing everyone's view from the side.

"Mother." He called softly.

The Queen stared deeply at him, a flicker of surprise passing through her eyes.

As for her own son, she knew very well that his scheming was so deep that even she, his mother, could not see through it.

But now, for a Beta, he does this.

The Queen gently pinched her brow, also unwilling to let a Beta cause them unhappiness.

"Fine, I won't ask. Tonight the palace will hold a banquet; bring her there."

Having said that, she waved her hand, signaling them to leave.

Leaving the vast palace, Jiang Zhi felt unwell from the oppression, her steps almost unsteady as she nearly fell, but the man beside her steadied her waist.

Slender and supple, one of his arms could encircle her.

Rong Mingcheng narrowed his eyes, catching a faint scent of her pheromones up close.

He drew a deep breath, his fingers uncontrollably wanting to tightly hold her in his arms.

Feeling the abnormal force at her waist, Jiang Zhi's pupils froze, then she panicked and struggled, breaking free from his embrace.

The girl's pale, colorless lips were like a withering flower bud, fragile yet stubborn.

"Th-thank you."

Rong Mingcheng lowered the expression in his eyes, subtly increasing the distance between them, then said, "If you don't want to attend tonight's banquet, you may skip it."

Since the Queen herself said that, if Jiang Zhi doesn't go, it would be like slapping her in the face.

Inside the main hall, she sensed that the atmosphere between Rong Mingcheng and the Queen was off; she was caught in the middle, like the filling of a sandwich.

"I..." She took a deep breath, after a moment raised her brows, her dark eyes firm: "I will go."

Rong Mingcheng stared at her face, his tongue pressing against his palate, suppressing the desire in his chest.

Originally, his interest in her was merely because of her face and her irresistibly alluring pheromones.

But now he realizes that affection seems to have taken deep root in his soul; upon seeing her for the first time, it surged forth wildly.

It feels as if he has loved her for a long time, yet could never obtain her.

Filled with the urge to fiercely possess and invade her.

Although Rong Mingcheng had never felt this before, he does not find it strange; instead, he feels excited and pleased.

Because soon, the girl will be his.

Perhaps because Rong Mingcheng feared she would feel uneasy, after bringing her to this palace he left.

By the time the banquet was about to begin, rows of servants poured into the palace to dress and groom her.

She changed into a royal long dress, paired with exquisite light makeup; her black curled hair was woven and tied up, a strand entwined with gold and silver silk falling to her shoulder, making her whole person breathtakingly beautiful.

Stepping out of the palace gate, she saw Rong Mingcheng standing under the lights.

He too had changed into a suit; his handsome, striking face paired with a black suit exuded a deadly charm.

"Zhizhi." He called softly, his captivating fox eyes fixed on her, giving the illusion that only she existed in his eyes and heart.

Jiang Zhi felt a bit dazed; upon waking, she found herself engaged to the Second Prince of the Empire.

Clearly, they had known each other for less than three days.

She lowered her gaze and walked over with small steps.

"When can I go back?"

She very much wanted to leave here, to return to the dormitory.

Rong Mingcheng's gaze subtly swept over her exposed, jade-like fragrant shoulders and her exquisitely beautiful collarbone; his throat rolled slightly, the corners of his mouth hinting at a faint smile as he soothed, "After the banquet ends, I'll send you back, okay?"

Jiang Zhi hummed in agreement, her tightly knit brows slightly relaxing.

The palace banquet serves two purposes: celebrating Rong Mingcheng and Jiang Zhi's marriage, and the upcoming match against the Federation.

Seated in a prominent spot beside Rong Mingcheng, Jiang Zhi heard some bad news.

Jing Cang's grandfather suddenly passed away; the Jing family lost its pillar, leaving only Jing Cang to maintain the situation.

Before the banquet even began, rumors ran rampant.

Even the King did not appear at the banquet venue, hurrying instead to the Jing family's residence.

Old Master Jing had once been the Empire's Marshal, earning great merit for the Empire; his son and daughter-in-law died on the battlefield, and for this the King has always felt indebted to the Jing family.

So, since Old Master Jing has passed away, he must go.

Now the banquet guests have mostly left, and as the Second Imperial Prince, Rong Mingcheng naturally has to go as well.

"Can I go?" Jiang Zhi asked, worried and hesitant, thinking of Jing Cang, who had lost his last relative.

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Rong Mingcheng's face remained unchanged, but his eyes showed a gentle smile, "Sure, Zhizhi."

It carried a faint sense of danger.

Jiang Zhi ignored that feeling, her emotions unsettled, she let out an anxious "uh".

Rong Mingcheng's cold white fingers resting on the steering wheel tightened slightly then loosened, and he started the airship.

Since she wants to go, we should let Jing Cang, who hasn't heard of their upcoming marriage, know this good news.

Arrived at the Jing Family Villa.

The atmosphere was silent and heavy; as the Jing family's sole bloodline, Jing Cang had changed overnight, calmly handling his grandfather's posthumous affairs.

Many people had come; most were prominent figures of the empire, high-ranking and powerful.

Jiang Zhi also saw the youth she hadn't seen in a day, standing like a statue in the hall, head lowered, his dark bangs covering half his face, revealing only a pale, thin jaw.

However, this newly adult youth now had no relatives left in the world.

The grandfather he had always hated also left him.

It seemed he sensed her gaze; the black-haired youth suddenly raised his eyebrows, his unfathomable dark eyes locking onto her through the crowd.

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Hatred Value shot straight up to a data crash.