My Crippled Ex-Husband Is An Emperor

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“Signed,” Ragi handed over the scroll to Styles. “All five signatures.”

Styles went through the scroll to confirm the signatures. A smirk played on his lips. He had them right where he wanted them.

“Thank you, Ragi,” he smiled. “I will have a word with the treasurer.”

“Your Highness,” Ragi started skeptically, “are you really going to let them plan the wedding? Those people cannot be trusted.”

“In this situation, I am the one they should be worried about. I want funds released to them, any amount they demand no matter how ridiculous it is. I do trust that they are going to make my wedding one of a kind,” Styles responded.

Ragi was even more confused. From everything, he knew the Prince was not planning to wed that promiscuous woman.

So who was the bride then?

“If you don't mind me asking, who is this woman you are planning to wed? Is it another Duke's daughter?”

Styles chuckled at the statement, “Not all women from royal families are like Mona. Just do as I asked and watch everythin