Give Me the Sanctum Bracelet

“I still have things I haven’t said to you,” Soren Lann said. “If I say them, and you still choose the Fifth Prince, I’ll have no regrets. Otherwise, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.”

“Uh…” Lucy glanced at Sean.

“Everyone, please give me a little more time! Please!” Soren Lann bowed.

“Uh…” Quentin Lian looked at the Celestial Emperor and Sean. “How about tomorrow? First thing in the morning!”

“Soren Lann and Lucy have been senior and junior for hundreds of years—haven’t you said everything already?” Sean asked coolly. “Do you really think a few more words will change anything?”

“What if it does change?” Soren Lann said. “Are you afraid, Fifth Prince?”

Sean replied coolly.

Quentin Lian said, “Actually, today’s events were pretty sudden. It’s not unreasonable to let Lucy think it over tonight.”

He usually favored Soren Lann.

Sean glanced at him, feeling a pang in his heart.

Seeing his son say this, Quentin Lian looked at the Celestial Emperor and Sean: “He’s right! Today was too sudden. Let Lucy think it over and give you an answer tomorrow morning!”

Since the hosts said so, what could the Celestial Emperor do?

He smiled slightly, pretending to be gracious: “Tomorrow it is! Just don’t delay again when tomorrow comes, Divine Lord!”

“I won’t!” Soren Lann said. “Thank you, Your Majesty!”

Quentin Lian chuckled: “All right! Madam, could you arrange for everyone to have a drink tonight? It’s been ages since I’ve sat down with His Majesty and Divine Marquis Lann Yin.”

Lady Jun Ying nodded.

...

That night, the banquet began. The Celestial Emperor and Divine Marquis Lann Yin exchanged sharp words, Sean Shaw and Soren Lann competed in secret, and Lucy glanced back and forth, feeling like she was sitting on pins and needles.

Eventually she couldn’t sit still any longer. She messaged Sean: “I’m heading out first—come find me later.”

Sean nodded slightly.