Intergalactic Era of Gossip

In "Empire Weekly", the news that Marshal Celsmont had the same man rolled the sheets dominated the entire page.

The background picture is a hard photo of the marshal's handsome and handsome military uniform.

—The marshal is so handsome every day and wants to lick every day.

The single citizens of the Asha Empire brought up this weekly magazine one after another, with terrible wolves in their eyes, downloaded them with their personal terminals, printed them into giant posters, and posted them in every corner.

After a long time, they finally woke up from the confusion of the prosperous beauty, squinted, and began to digest the huge "one-night stand" three giant characters on the poster.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Naryn opened his eyes and rubbed his temples, his face foul.

After a while, his nine-year-old little niece knocked on the door of the room, "Uncle! Uncle! Open the door!"

Naryn sighed silently, got up slowly, put on his clothes, got out of bed, and opened the door—Little Lori in a tutu hugged his thigh and cried very aggrieved: "Uncle, I'm broken in love NS."

He picked up the child and put her aside in disgust.

"What's the matter?" The voice was a little hoarse, and the tone was exhausted.

A huge picture was displayed in the air at the personal terminal she opened in her hand.

With short jet black hair, stern facial features, Sells, dressed in an imperial black marshal uniform, just appeared in front of Naren.

"Uncle, my man cheated! Do you know what happened?"

"Pam—" Naren pressed off the picture, and the lifelike full-body image disappeared instantly.

His attitude towards Little Lori was very cold: "I don't know."

Ilia asked: "Aren't you all working for His Majesty the Emperor? Are you not colleagues? Why don't you know?"

The chirping voice of the little girl was like a magic sound piercing her ears, which made Naryn's gloomy mood even more irritable.

"Ilia, when you worship idols, you should also inquire about other things. Sells and I don't have any personal relationships." Even the two sides have a deep rift-he swallowed the second half of the sentence back into his stomach and talked. The niece's croissants.

"It's no secret."

Little Lori blinked blankly and asked: "Why?"

Why?

Naryn did not answer, bent over to pick up her niece, put her outside the door, and then closed the door "Peng" in her innocent eyes.

—It's finally quiet.

He climbed back on the bed again, took out his terminal from under the pillow, and clicked on it casually. On the screen that woke up, it was the news of the imperial marshal's overnight romance.

He didn't expect that Celsmont would be such a shameless person.

-At the dinner party for the princess's eighteenth birthday, she rolled the sheets with a man.

And also the next morning, in front of many nobles, stated the matter with His Majesty the Emperor.

Princess Salsa was sobbing because she originally planned to ask her emperor to marry her to Sells after the eighteen-year-old bar mitzvah. But now...she cried so badly.

Sells was completely unmoved.

He said: "Sorry, princess, I think I have found the other half of my life, the one who was with me last night."

His Majesty the emperor was at a loss. In fact, all the nobles present had unbelievable expressions.

Marshal Sayles, who has many reputations for "integrity" and "loyalty," has he been in a one-night stand with someone? Oh no, this is a bit too vulgar. But…

Why did their marshal not hide the matter after the one-night stand, but made it public, repeatedly stressing: "Last night, I had a relationship with a man."

This kind of private matter felt hot on both cheeks when I said it, but the marshal actually emphasized it three times!

Naryn thought, standing in the corner at the time, his expression must be wonderful when he heard these words.

This is nothing more than "something unexpected happened to both sides in the state of unconsciousness." Why should we make trouble to the point where everyone knows?

Now from the princes and nobles to the civilian slaves, everyone in the entire Yasha Empire knows: The future head of the Monte family, their wise marshal, slept with a man at Princess Sasha’s birthday dinner.

"Shameless!"

Naryn sneered.

-Isn't it good to think that nothing happened?

—What's so good about this kind of thing?

Or is this guy innocent enough to be responsible for the one-night stand?