Just as Guilliman hadn't recovered from the shock, Sanguinius smiled faintly and said in a calm but undeniable tone:
"You've already met your fiancée, haven't you? It's time to pick an auspicious day and hold the wedding."
Guilliman's brain crashed again.
His lips twitched slightly, and his blue pupils were filled with bewilderment. He tried to process Sanguinius's words, but the previous shock hadn't subsided, and this was another bombshell, shattering his logical thinking.
"Wait... what?" Guilliman's voice was as stiff as rusty gears grinding to turn.
Sanguinius stood with her arms crossed, a faint, almost imperceptible smile on her lips, looking at him serenely: "You've already met your fiancée, haven't you? Pick an auspicious day and hold the wedding."
Yvraine, standing nearby, was slightly startled, a hint of bewilderment flashing in her blue eyes. Then, a faint blush spread across her cheeks at a visible speed, and her gaze involuntarily shifted to Guilliman. Clearly, this was the first she had heard of it too.
Some of the Primarchs in the hall were also stunned, especially Perturabo, who had a direct "this gossip is too big to swallow" expression, while Lion's brow was furrowed enough to trap a Hive Tyrant.
"Wait... wait a minute!" Guilliman finally recovered from his crashed state, looking at Sanguinius with a complex expression, "When did I... get a fiancée?"
Sanguinius narrowed her eyes slightly, her tone undeniable: "Of course, it was while you were in a coma. The Empire needed to stabilize order, and as the future regent, you naturally needed a marriage alliance befitting your status."
"The future regent?!" Guilliman's voice suddenly rose.
Li Feng smiled and hooked his arm around his wife's, adding casually: "Yes, I am the imperial regent now. In some sense, I was filling in for you. Now that you're awake, it's time for me to hand over the position to you."
Guilliman instantly felt his blood pressure surge. He slowly lowered his head, while Yvraine, despite the slight shyness on her face, did not object. Clearly, she had already known about this.
Guilliman took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down: "This... whose idea is this?"
Sanguinius's lips curved slightly, her tone still calm: "Of course, it's mine and Uncle Li's idea."
She deliberately drew out her words, her tone carrying an irrefutable authority.
Guilliman's lips twitched violently, suppressing the urge to shout, "Father would never do such a thing!"
But the problem was... if it was the Emperor's will, what could he say?
Perturabo couldn't help but mutter: "Father's arrangements are truly... interesting, as always."
Lion snorted, crossing his arms: "If this is true, then at least from a political perspective, this marriage alliance can indeed stabilize some of the Empire's borders."
Sanguinius, on the other hand, had an expression of someone enjoying a show: "Oh? Guilliman is getting married? This is truly big news worthy of being recorded in history."
Russ laughed heartily, patting Guilliman's back: "Brother, congratulations! You're the first Primarch to officially get married, setting a precedent!"
Guilliman's temple throbbed violently. He raised a hand to rub his forehead, feeling that what he had experienced today was more outlandish than ten Great Crusades combined.
He took another deep breath, trying to make his voice sound calm: "If this is Father's arrangement... then I..."
However, just as he finally decided to accept reality, a clear, melodious voice sounded from behind him:
"Then it's settled. The wedding will be next month."
Guilliman froze completely... This time, it was Celestine who spoke.
Her golden armor gleamed under the light, and a gentle yet undeniable smile graced her face, like a holy arbiter. She lightly patted Yvraine's shoulder: "What do you think?"
Guilliman's rationality was working at high speed, but his body was already beginning to stiffen uncontrollably. His lips trembled, but he found himself unable to form words.
What had he just experienced?
imperial regent, political marriage, fiancée, wedding date already set... All of this happened so swiftly that he didn't even have enough time to refuse, and even the space to think was stripped away.
Yvraine lowered her head, her earlobes red, and nodded gently. But when she looked up again, she found the tall blonde man in front of her staring blankly at her, a complex, inexpressible emotion in his blue pupils.
And even more terrifying was—suddenly, something like a light novel plot unfolding... ♪ ~ Ever since I saw you on Malcador ~ ♪
♪ ~ It's like the spring breeze blowing in my heart ~ ♪
♪ ~ I want to tell you softly... ~ ♪
♪ ~ Don't forget me... ~ ♪
Guilliman's pupils suddenly dilated. His expression abruptly changed from shock to confusion, then from confusion to terror, and finally to... despair.
"Who... who is playing this music?!"
He turned his head sharply, his voice slightly raised due to emotional fluctuations.
However, before his words even finished, Russ had already calmly pulled out a speaker device, pressed the pause button, and shrugged: "Don't misunderstand, I just thought this song suited the atmosphere."
Guilliman's breath hitched, his temple throbbing violently.
"Leman Russ...!"
Russ spread his hands, looking innocent: "I was just helping to set the mood. After all, your wedding is a big event for the entire Empire, shouldn't there be some background music?"
"That's not the point!" Guilliman felt his blood pressure had already exceeded the Astartes' tolerance limit. He tried to calm himself down, turning to Sanguinius, attempting to find a last shred of rational salvation.
"Is this... really necessary?" His voice was full of struggle, like a warrior about to accept his fate.
Sanguinius smiled faintly, a meaningful glint in her amber eyes: "What do you think?"
Guilliman opened his mouth but found he couldn't find any reason to refute.
Because at this moment, everyone in the hall was looking at him, with anticipation, with amusement, with schadenfreude... And he, the great Roboute Guilliman, the savior of the Empire, the defender of order, the most rational strategist among the Primarchs... At this moment, was speechless.
His fate, it seemed, was already sealed.
Guilliman took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. No, he absolutely could not just accept his fate like this.
He looked up, his gaze sweeping over everyone, trying to find even a glimmer of possibility for rebuttal. But what greeted him were faces with subtle smiles.
Russ still looked calm, as if he wasn't the one who had just played the BGM; Lion, with his arms crossed, clearly still had reservations about this alliance with an alien;
Sanguinius showed a warm smile, seemingly genuinely happy for him; as for Russ, he had already adopted a stance of "I'm just waiting for you to say 'I do,' brother!"
The situation was critical, but he couldn't give up.
Guilliman tried to keep his tone calm: "This matter... can it be discussed further?"
Sanguinius raised an eyebrow slightly: "Oh? Do you have other considerations?"
"Of course," Guilliman quickly organized his words, trying to make his position sound reasonable,
"A marriage alliance is indeed an important means to consolidate the Empire, but any decision should be based on sufficient consultation and preparation. We need to carefully consider the long-term impact of this marriage on the entire Empire, ensuring it maximizes its political value."
He paused, then added: "Furthermore, I have only just met Ms. Yvraine, and we have not yet established sufficient understanding of each other. Hastily deciding on the wedding date seems overly rash."
These words were reasonable, logically sound, and even Dorn nodded slightly, seemingly finding some truth in them.
But the problem was, he wasn't facing an ordinary opponent.
Sanguinius's smile did not diminish, even taking on a hint of faint admiration: "Oh? So you mean you need more time to cultivate feelings?"
Guilliman cautiously noticed the subtle change in her tone, but he had no other choice but to nod: "Uh... you could say that."
"Then let's set it for six months from now," Sanguinius said without hesitation.
"Wait..."
"I think that makes sense," Celestine nodded in agreement. "Since you two need more time to cultivate feelings, then we'll give you six months to make this marriage more stable."
Guilliman's lips twitched slightly. He knew his words had been seized upon by the other party, and all his escape routes were completely blocked.
What was worse, after hearing the six-month deadline, Yvraine's shyness lessened a bit, as if she had been relieved... This meant she had no objection at all.
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