Chapter 50：

Tonight is King Sent's birthday party.

Because it is not a birthday, the guests are only some nobles and close officials. All media reporters were turned away, and coverage of the national cult was banned.

Fitz intends to invite He Huan to join him, but he gets rejected every time.

For some reason, he always felt particularly restless tonight.

"Fitz, what do you think of Duke Cowland's opinion?" The smile on the corner of Center's mouth revealed a sense of majesty.

Princess Charlotte glanced at him worriedly, knowing that he was already quite unhappy.

"Fitz?" Charlotte called softly.

Fitz raised his eyes, and his thoughtful eyes returned to coldness: "I don't think so."

In order to surrender, Colan is willing to hand over half of his troops to him as a dowry for his son Yalian's marriage.

Usually, it is as difficult to ask these nobles to borrow some troops as to cut out meat, but now they are so generous, the Cowlan family is putting the future on him.

And Center tried his best to match up the marriage with Cowlan, because he was greedy for this force.

Rather than saying that this is a birthday banquet, it is better to say that it is a Hongmen banquet where the head is forced to be engaged.

Because of Fitz's words, not only did he ruthlessly sweep the face of the Cowlan family, but also made the duke and his wife, as well as Hicks and Yalian brothers, all froze. Even the smile on Sente's face seemed to be swept away by a strong wind, leaving nothing but ruthlessness: "Fitz, if you've been willful for a week and still persist in your obsession, then let me, a father, make the right choice for you. "

Fitz raised his chin, expressionless: "Father says I'm capricious, but I think you're too stubborn." As he spoke, he suddenly raised the corners of his mouth and glanced at the Cowlan family: "Since father wants to get the Cowlan family so much Bingli, why don't you marry the Kolan family yourself."

Sente was furious: "Bastard!" He smashed the tabletop with both fists, and made a gesture to hit Fitz.

Duke Cowlan's face turned pale and white, and he was about to grit his teeth and stand up to refuse the marriage, but Ya Lian grabbed his arm.

Ya Lian shook her head slightly at the Duke, with the same calm expression on her face, as if everything was under his control.

The Duke glared at Fitz angrily, but Ya Lian smiled and whispered a few words to him, and the Duke finally compromised and sat down angrily.

Center stepped in front of Fitz in two steps, and was about to use force when he suddenly heard Marshal Xu Xianglei laughing loudly: "Your Majesty, I think what Fitz said is very good, but it is still uncertain who the future king of the empire will be." , Duke Cowlan, why do you place your bet on Fitz, but His Majesty is now the real king of the empire."

This sentence successfully stunned everyone. Duke Cowlan's face turned from light to red and then to black. In the end, he didn't know what expression to put on.

Hicks clenched his teeth angrily, but because of his lack of status and no right to speak, he could only stare at Xu Xianglei angrily.

Even Ya Lian, who had been smiling all the time, turned cold because of these words.

On the contrary, Center's furious posture stagnated.

The scene was very embarrassing for a moment, as if the surrounding air became thinner and heavier.

All eyes fell on Sente in unison.

Center snorted heavily, looked back at everyone's strange gazes, and finally could only close his fists, looked at Duke Cowlan's alienated and guarded posture, and then turned his head to look down at his still rebellious son. Sente said coldly what reassured Duke Colan: "I will immediately order someone to announce the marriage news of the prince in the name of the royal family, and the target can only be Duke Colan's son Ya Lian."