[Location: Office of the Lord Chancellor]
"Your Highness, today is the engagement party, why are you so depressed?"
The female official Qian helped Beatrice tie up her long hair and sighed in her heart:
"She is worthy of being the princess who has attracted the hearts of countless princes, nobles, and children of aristocratic families."
Exuding an exotic aura, Beatrice wore a champagne-colored dress and a pure white top.
Exquisite yet elegant shape, gorgeous yet not overwhelming.
Real beauties will make clothes a stepping stone to their natural beauty.
And now, this beauty who has attracted much attention has a sad look on her face:
"Qian, my prince seems a little out of his mind, what should I do?"
"What do you think I am doing? Your Highness, I have never been in love."
Qian said calmly: "Besides, haven't you already made arrangements with Lord Gandalf?"
Beatrice tilted her head and looked at her:
"I'm just a little worried, and who do you think caused the trouble..."
Beatrice recalled what happened a few weeks ago with a distressed look on her face.
…
Rewind to a few weeks ago.
At that time, Louis had just returned from Keel Grassland, Little Swan had just been imprisoned by her, and the Marquis of York was working with farmers in Green Garlic and Blackwater Chamber of Commerce.
Beatrice traveled to Tunisia for Louis.
Purchasing slaves to use as experimental consumables is actually a gray product.
Even slaves are means of production and should not be wasted like this.
It's just that the experiment was already in the middle and a result was finally obtained.
In the end, nothing came of it, and the empire naturally stopped the project.
It's just because Beatrice, the mage from the faction who participated in the experiment, still has some reverie about Louis.
After being harassed for a long time, she simply made a talent exchange with Tunisia.
Gandalf, the Lord of the White Tower, presided over the matter.
It is said that he went to discuss with the mages of that faction while carrying a big sword on his back.
After half an hour, a consensus was reached between the two parties.
Lord Gandalf even said something weird about "I really need a sword."
The hidden dangers of the White Tower that Louis was most worried about when he was reborn were nipped in the bud by Beatrice.
She had just returned to Tino City and was sitting on the carriage heading to the office.
Opening the car window, he watched the morning light shining on the streets and alleys of Tino City.
"We will leave for Marquis Reddias in a while. Your Highness, please have a good sleep first."
Beatrice raised her head lazily and saw Akane standing beside her holding a document.
"Can't sleep."
The long journey made her look a little tired.
The carriage was galloping in the distance, riding on the night wind and heading into the night. After a long time, Beatrice finally spoke:
"Sister Akane."
"Um."
Akane's voice was very soft, as if she was not surprised by Beatrice's opening at this time.
Beatrice suddenly had a feeling that maybe this person who had been by her side since a long time ago should already know what she was going to say.
"There's something I want to do."
"Is it something you have to do?"
Beatrice leaned on the car seat cushion, her fingers gently entwining the ends of her hair beside her ears:
"I always felt that it was only a matter of time before I wanted to share my life with my partner."
"But it doesn't matter if it's earlier or later."
"So I found Louis in the first place, firstly because he had [Sin Greed], and secondly because of myself."
"Anyway, before there is an official announcement, if you can block those crazy bees and butterflies for four or five years, and then part ways with him on the grounds of inappropriateness, neither the royalists nor the new faction will have any objections."
Akane followed her words and said, "What about now?"
"I don't know." Beatrice said honestly, "If people can really understand what they want in their hearts, then they won't be confused."
Akane snorted: "In other words, at least I don't hate it, right?"
Beatrice narrowed her eyes and said, "That's not right."
"Um?"
"It should be said that I like it very much, but I don't know if it's the kind of love that a lover likes."
"After all, you know, I always wanted to make the empire more stable and stronger."
Beatrice smiled, she turned her head, looked at Akane looking up out of the window, and sighed with emotion:
"But when I greeted him at the city gate, I suddenly realized that there is no end to the prosperity of the empire."
Qian said: "Don't let outsiders hear these words."
"It's really rare. In the past, you would have advised me to pay attention to the princess's cultivation."
Akane's eyes fell on Beatrice, surprisingly calm.
While the two were talking, the carriage stopped.
Someone outside said: "Your Highness, we are here."
The two women got out of the car and walked back to the Chancellor's Office.
After entering the house, Qian suddenly said:
"Your Highness, to be honest, I am actually quite selfish."
"As your iron guard, I only hope you can live well."
"Although I always say that as a princess, you cannot do this or that, but I sincerely hope that you can live a happy life."
Akane stepped forward and smoothed Beatrice's somewhat messy clothes, feeling annoyed and amused.
"Ten years ago, you said that you wanted to be a princess who would not disappoint the emperor. I took note of that."
"Even if one day you have forgotten this young dream, I will remember it for you and remind you all the time."
"do you understand?"
"This is the duty of the Iron Guard."
——The implication is that she will always stand by Beatrice.
Beatrice looked back at her iron guard steadily. She didn't know how to describe her current mood. She always felt that there was a heat rising up her chest.
The rising emotions were so intense that if she blinked hard, something would flow out of her eyes.
If Olivia was entrusted to Lumi by her mother.
Then she was entrusted to Akane by her mother.
"Sister Qian, I want to start the next stage of Beatrice."
"I want to have the life a girl of this age should have, but I don't want to forget my dreams."
"I need your help."
Akane looked at the time: "It's time to visit Marquis Leidias."
Beatrice said honestly: "I don't want to go today."
Akane stepped forward, knelt down on one knee, smoothed the corners of Beatrice's skirt that was messy due to the bumps, and then said:
"When I get off the bus, I will arrange for someone to inform Marquis Redias that his visit has been postponed."
Beatrice tilted her head: "Huh?"
That dumbfounded expression was exactly the same as that of a certain little swan.
"I also handed the maid a small note and asked her to tell His Highness Louis that you want to see him."
Beatrice was dumbfounded and her face turned red.
She had no intention of dragging her out emotionally.
Under her blank gaze, Akane made a knight's hand kiss.
"Your Highness, if you really want to strengthen your determination and tell Lord Louis your feelings, then take this step bravely and get engaged."
"This is the last lesson the etiquette officer will teach you. At the critical moment, show the courage that the future empress should have."
Just as she said this, Louis walked in:
"Beatrice, you called me...huh?"
One man and two women stared at each other with big eyes.
Louis blinked: "Did I come at the wrong time?"
He took a step back with the half-stepped foot and was about to close the door.
"wait wait wait."
Beatrice, whose mind was blank, shouted:
"Louis, I want to discuss the engagement with you."
…the dividing line of memories…
"Ahhhhh!"
Beatrice felt like her hair was about to split.
"Qian, he doesn't think I like a girl, does he?"
"You don't think I'm rushing to get engaged just to silence him, do you?"
"Why does he feel so peaceful when I lure him to dance with me?"
"I'm so frustrated. Is it going to end before I even start?"
Qian didn't speak, but the corners of her mouth couldn't stop rising.
The love of young people!
Then she heard Beatrice say angrily:
"Qian, why are you laughing? You haven't talked about it."
Akane's expression suddenly froze.
The fist is hard!
