1291 I'll Marry Her

Lu Yeming was clad in a black suit. It was made with the finest material, perfectly ironed with not a single crease on it. Lowering his eyes, he fastened the gold cuff links around his sleeves and exuded a dignified aura.

As the man with the Dragon Totem, he was finally approaching the pinnacle of his political career. Now he was going to reign over Country A.

"Master, it's time to leave," Fan Men reminded him.

Lu Yeming lowered his head, looking at his watch before he replied, "Let's wait awhile longer."

Fan Men wondered who he was waiting for, but he just stepped aside without another word and waited.

Footsteps thudded down the corridor and someone ran over hurriedly with a forehead full of sweat. "Your Highness, I'm sorry for being late."

Fan Men lifted his head and saw the diplomat, Wei Yan.

Master had been waiting for Wei Yan?

Lu Yeming looked over, his gaze landing on Wei Yan's face. "It's alright."