Chapter 710: Disobeying the Way of a Wife?
Chapter 710: Disobeying the Way of a Wife?
"Princess Melisande?"
Startled by the Female Cleaner's shrill scream, the Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Northern Kingdom quickly tugged at her, lowering his voice and asking with a cautious look:
"Did you discover something? Did they arrange something against us?"
"……"
However, at this moment, the Female Cleaner no longer had the energy to pay attention to the Minister of Foreign Affairs. The moment she saw the massive weapons in the large photograph hanging up, her brain's entire computing power had been completely drained, teetering on the brink of a crash.
Too fake! This is too fake! There’s absolutely no way in the world that something like this could exist… so… so disgusting!!
Unconsciously adjusting her chest, she looked at the despicable woman in the photo who was smiling happily. Her hand involuntarily clenched and unclenched, repeated several times, and finally, defeated by the unbearably cold reality, she could only weakly let it drop.
Damn it… I hate this woman! I hate her! I hate her so much!
Unconsciously understanding the meaning of "class enemy," the deeply wounded Female Cleaner couldn't help but take a deep breath, trying to hold up her limited assets, and then gritted her teeth to ask:
"The woman in the photo… is she Princess Veronica?"
"Yes…"
The Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Northern Kingdom couldn't help but frown upon hearing this, then asked somewhat confusedly:
"During your two days of travel, you should have already reviewed her dossier, right? Didn't it have her photo?"
"……"
There was indeed a photo, but the most important part was only partially captured!
No! It wasn’t just a part; looking at the extent of the photo hanging here, the most "complete" photo in the dossier probably only showed her a third or less.
Damn it! You didn’t capture the most crucial part, so why keep focusing on her face?
Gritting her teeth in frustration, the Female Cleaner, who had suffered a huge blow, said through clenched teeth:
"So my mission is to help you collude with envoys from other kingdoms to form a private alliance and force that woman to give up some of her interests?"
"Yes."
Noticing that the Female Cleaner's expression seemed off, the Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Northern Kingdom nodded and then cautiously said:
"But we aren’t colluding, we are coordinating…."
"That doesn’t matter."
Pressing her hand over her heart to soothe the severe pain, the deeply wounded Female Cleaner lowered her head to avoid the oppressive photo, and gritted her teeth to urge:
"Go! No matter what kind of coordination, just hurry up! I don’t want to stay in this place for another second!"
……
"Princess!"
As the main guests began to take their seats and the bands on both sides of the Ceremonial Hall started playing the prelude to the wedding, a Lady-in-Waiting entered the waiting room and found Princess Veronica, reporting with a slightly anxious expression:
"The Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Northern Kingdom has already found Prince Lucian of the Morana Kingdom and is making contact with him! Furthermore, the Minister’s deputy, along with several foreign affairs specialists, have approached the Duchess of Black Forest and the Commander of Northern Sea from the Seao Kingdom. They are likely already in talks!"
"Hmm."
Upon hearing the Lady-in-Waiting’s report, the Princess, who was talking with Anna, pondered for a moment and then asked calmly:
"What about Princess Melisande?"
"Who did she meet? The Governor of the Northern Domain from the Kingdom of Refraction? Or the High Sorceress of Myphara?"
"Well, not exactly..."
The lady-in-waiting hesitated, stealing a glance at Anna, who had consciously distanced herself, before whispering her report.
"Princess Melisande only had a brief chat with Prince Lucian and explained something to the Minister of Foreign Affairs from the Northern Kingdom. Then she headed backstage."
Backstage? What is she doing backstage... Lyon?!
Noticing the lady-in-waiting's subtle glance towards Anna, Princess Veronica, who had just been calm and composed, suddenly felt a jolt in her heart.
Princess Melisande of the Northern Kingdom had not entered with an official status but as a 'friend' of Lyon.
And when Lyon found out, although he was surprised, he didn't object. He even mentioned future cooperation with her and asked Veronica not to interfere, essentially acknowledging Melisande's friend status.
A friend of Lyon's...
Unconsciously biting her lip, Veronica thought of the vibrant, youthful, and charming Melisande from the files. A hint of disappointment crept into her heart.
Princess Melisande was much younger than her, only seventeen or eighteen, like Lyon. Her innocence and purity were evident even in photographs, and she didn't seem to have the same calculating thoughts as Veronica. They were friends from the Purification Bureau, and they seemed to trust each other deeply.
Undoubtedly, they must have a lot in common.
"Your Highness?"
Noticing the princess's sudden daze, the lady-in-waiting approached and asked softly, "When I came to report, it seemed that the Northern Kingdom had already started discussing matters concerning the Corlock Kingdom. Should I intervene?"
"Hmm?"
Veronica closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and regained her previous calm demeanor. With a serene expression, she replied, "Let them talk for now. Not only the Northern Kingdom but also other attending kingdoms, even those friendly with us, are equally interested in Corlock's legacy.
They will use our wedding as an opportunity, just like the Northern Kingdom, but they are more subtle due to their relationship with us.
So, let them talk; it's pointless to stop them. Moreover, their current discussions don't hold much practical significance. The real 'battle' will begin at the private banquet after the wedding."
"Then we'll let them talk, and the rest will proceed as planned?"
"Yes."
Nodding slightly in agreement, Princess Veronica couldn't help but bite her lower lip. Then, with a slightly embarrassed expression, she instructed, "Besides, you... um... Prince Lyon didn't get much rest yesterday, and he's been busy all morning. The banquet won't start for a while, so..."
"..."
(Jealous, isn't she? She must be jealous!)
"What are you looking at!"
Feeling uncomfortable under the lady-in-waiting's suspicious gaze, the usually dignified Princess Veronica gave her a light nudge, her voice a mix of annoyance and anger.
"Go! If he gets hungry, you'll have me to deal with!"
(End of Chapter)
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