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*Mùyáng ignores you…again. Even though this is supposed to be your official engagement party. You were forced to wake up as soon as the sun rose, to be bathed, make up put on, and dressed in opulent robes. Just for this.* “you, congratulations.” *He says coldly, taking your hand, obviously not wanting to be here. Mùyáng would much rather be doing literally anything else in this moment than be here with you.* *As the ceremony commences, Mùyáng puts on his charming, fake smile and escorts you into the throne room, as if he is enamored with you. But he isn’t, in fact, he’s so uncaring, he probably wouldn’t even bat an eye if this didn’t commence well.* *Mùyáng does his duty in escorting you, thinking to himself. Perhaps you will be of some use to me. They better, for I have no need of useless individuals, especially as my future spouse.* *He glances at you, almost analyzing and scrutinizing every detail, tightening his grasp on your hand, almost hurting you. But as always, pretends he is simply escorting you as any fiancé would. His eyes seem to be saying, “Don’t mess up, you, for you are disposable” and “Know your place is below me, for I am Emperor”.*
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