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"Your Highness, please be careful."

Imperial residence.

Inner garden.

Mei, the youngest princess of the royal family, held up her skirt and chased butterflies. Even though she played such a childlike game, she still did not forget to maintain the elegance and dignity of the royal family.

The two maids followed carefully, always on guard against the little princess falling.

It is no secret that the little princess likes butterflies. It seems that every child is the same and likes colorful things. But what is different is that the princess likes butterflies but never hurts them. It is like treating butterflies as friends, even if Occasionally, if a butterfly lands on her body, she will choose to let it fly.

In the deep courtyard of the palace, as the youngest princess, she is indeed very lonely.

The sky-blue butterfly landed on a pot of flowers. Mei Yi let out a "shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" question on the flowerpot. and looked at it.

"Mei."

suddenly.

There was a gentle cry.

"Your Highness the Prince."

The maid hurriedly saluted.

As if it was frightened, the sky-blue butterfly sitting on the flower spread its wings, flew away from Meiyi's eyes, circled and rose, and finally flew outside the high courtyard wall.

"elder brother."

Meiyi was neither angry nor disappointed. She turned around and greeted Watuzhe elegantly as she approached.

"Xiangtian-sensei isn't here yet?"

"Teacher Koda has asked for leave."

Today is indeed the day when Kaoru Xiangtian should come to the royal family to teach, but it is difficult for a prince to remember his sister's class schedule so clearly.

"Oh, then Mei Yi can rest."

Du Zhe also smiled, as if he was happy for his sister, "Want to go out and play with brother?"

Meiyi was stunned. She must be yearning for the outside world at only eight or nine years old, but the royal family has strict rules. As a member of the royal family, it is impossible to travel casually.

Not only her, but Du Zhe is also no exception.

"Where is brother going?"

"Shiyao Shrine."

"Didn't my brother just go to worship last week?"

Perhaps only visiting the gods of the national religion is a sufficient reason to leave the palace.

"Praying to God to protect us in Japan certainly requires sincerity."

Du Zhe also smiled and asked again: "Are you going? If you want to go, my brother will apply."

"Don't bother me anymore, brother."

Yayi shook her head sensibly and said with a smile: "Thank you, brother, send my regards to God on behalf of Yayi."

Du Zhe also nodded, "Then I'm leaving."

"Brother, walk slowly."

In Japan, the class concept of superiority and inferiority is deeply rooted in all aspects of society.

This is true from family, to business, to politics, to the royal family...

"Oh, by the way, I prepared a gift for you."

Du Zhe, who had taken a few steps, suddenly turned back and waved.

The Ouchi guard who followed him walked up to Princess Meiyi holding a box, bowed his head and offered it with both hands.

The two maids remained silent.

Looking at the gift from her brother, Mei Yi's little face suddenly turned pale, but she still slowly stretched out her hand to take it, lowered her eyebrows and said, "Thank you, brother."

"hehe."

Du Zhe smiled nonchalantly, turned around and left with the Ouchi guards.

Meiyi slowly raised her face, her hands holding the wooden box trembling slightly visible to the naked eye.

Under clear glass.

Each gorgeous butterfly specimen is beautifully displayed.

Shiyao Shrine.

Watuzhe also stepped in again after a week.

Although this is a state religion dojo, I have never been here so often before.

This time I was not let off again.

Main palace hall.

A veiled woman waits in advance.

"Your Highness the Prince."

Of course, the idlers and others stayed outside.

The ordinary-looking Du Zhe also stepped into the palace alone.

"I thought Ms. Fujiwara would also break the appointment this time."

This is a call to action.

Can understand.

Everyone has emotions and desires, and the royal family is not a saint. They are also mortals. As a dignified prince, he was let go. If it had been before, he might have been executed in a rage.

However, although the royal family is still there, its power has been greatly reduced. Prince is just an honorary title. In terms of strength and status, Prince Watanabe may not be as good as the women in the palace.

of course.

On the surface, as a Japanese citizen, you must maintain basic respect for the royal family. In fact, Fujiwara Riki, who did not break the appointment last time, apologized: "Last time, there was an emergency. Please forgive me, Your Highness."

Urgent?

Does it mean rolling around in the base of the statue?

It is certain and certain that this daughter of the Fujiwara family is definitely a materialist. Otherwise, how could she dare to speak nonsense under the eyes of their gods?

She is a materialist, but the Japanese royal family who worships gods is obviously not, so Du Zhe should not suspect that the other party is talking nonsense.

Du Zhe also nodded. To a large extent, it could be regarded as an act of contempt for the royal family, so it was ignored lightly.

Du Zhe also stepped forward. Worshiping the statue of God devoutly, kneeling on both knees, exactly the same as last week.

It's just that this time, no one in the shrine will accept his offerings with the god.

Fujiwara Reiki watched silently, her face covered by a veil with poor light transmittance, and her expression could not be seen clearly.

A few minutes later.

Du Zhe also stood up.

"Ms. Fujiwara, it's probably not because of this trivial matter that she asked me out."

Quite self-aware.

With the Fujiwara Consortium's pervasive influence in Japan, there was no reason to make a special trip to apologize to a so-called prince.

Fujiwara Reiki also simply confessed.

"Li Ji indeed has something else she wants to discuss with His Highness."

"what's up?"

"Fukushima nuclear meltdown."

Du Zhe was also silent.

"Haven't you heard, Your Highness?"

"I just didn't expect that Ms. Fujiwara would talk to me about such an important matter."

Fujiwara Reiki said with a smile in her eyes, "If it wasn't important, I wouldn't trouble Your Highness."

Men like to hear this kind of words, especially when they are in a high position but in name only. Watazhe also took the initiative to ask: "About the nuclear leakage accident of Yingdong Electric Power, there is endless debate among the outside world. I wonder which side Miss Fujiwara stands on? "

"Which faction does your Highness stand on?"

Fujiwara Reiki asked rhetorically.

Du Zhe also shook his head and smiled, somewhat self-deprecatingly, "It doesn't matter which faction I stand on."

"Your Highness, you are evading your responsibility."

Du Zhe also looked at the woman whose true face he had never seen before, and instantly understood her position.

"Ms. Fujiwara opposes the discharge of nuclear wastewater into the sea?"

Fujiwara Reiki nodded, "Discharging nuclear wastewater directly into the sea is just a temporary convenience and will cause endless harm."

"But the International Atomic Energy Agency has already issued an evaluation report."

"Your Highness, can we deceive others or ourselves? The fishermen in Fukushima are almost driven to a dead end."

What is a qualified businessman?

Ms. Fujiwara is a typical example.

Don’t stick to small details.

Even though I had a fight with someone in the base of the statue, I still chose to fulfill the promise I made in advance. I don’t know what kind of psychological struggle I went through to keep my promise like this. You know, even someone may have given up hope on her.

"Isn't Yingdong Electric Power already studying a compensation plan for Fukushima fishermen?"

"No matter what form of compensation, it is just a cakewalk. What the Fukushima fishermen have lost is their ability to survive. Moreover, the fishermen living in Fukushima are not just one generation, but have been doing this for generations. Nuclear wastewater is discharged into the sea. It is tantamount to cutting off the livelihood of their descendants."

"Is Ms. Fujiwara exaggerating? Just because one generation is dependent on fishing does not mean that generations must be dependent on fishing. The people of Fukushima in the future can choose other careers."

You can't blame Watuzhe for being so understated.

Living in the palace compound, it is not easy to even go out of the palace. How can it be possible to truly understand the people's livelihood at the most basic level.

Change your career.

It's easier said than done.

If it were so easy to find a job, it wouldn't be a nation of suicides.

But you can’t just focus on other people’s shortcomings.

In fact, it has something to do with class and has nothing to do with region.

Didn't an emperor in China once say why he shouldn't eat minced meat?

"Your Highness, the fishermen in Fukushima are just a microcosm of the cost of discharging nuclear wastewater into the sea. The whole world is losing trust in Japan's seafood. Seafood exports are an important economic chain for us. If this chain is broken, all walks of life will be unable to do so." avoid being affected.”

Fujiwara Reiki Akatsuki moved with emotion and reason.

Watuzhe also looked at the daughter of the Fujiwara family who was similar to him in age.

On identity.

He is of royal blood.

The Fujiwara family is the top financial group in the country.

The two sides are well matched and complement each other.

of course.

This is just a comparison.

In fact, he did not have much personal contact with the daughter of the Fujiwara family.

Even until now, he didn't know what the other party looked like.

But what it looks like is not important.

After ugliness and beauty reach a certain level, they no longer have much meaning.

If you just want beauty.

Available everywhere.

"Ms. Fujiwara, if this is your understanding, then it is easy to solve it, because it is your family matter."

"Your Highness, if I can convince them, I won't bother you."

Fujiwara Reiki said bitterly.

No matter how capable she is, she is still just a woman. Japan is a country where men are superior to women, and women have a low status. In ordinary families, women have no status at all.

The wealthy and famous family may have improved, but it is limited. What's more, because of someone, Miss Fujiwara can be said to have been defeated in China. The current situation of the family can be imagined.

"What can I do for Miss Fujiwara?"

Du Zhe also asked.

The veil that Riki Fujiwara wore today seems to be exactly the same as last time. It is obvious that it was not prepared for someone last time. In fact, in some countries, women are indeed not allowed to show their faces. I wonder if the Japanese nobles also have this tradition.

When she first interacted with someone, she didn't seem to show her true colors.

"If possible, please appeal to the Emperor to save his people."

The prince has no power.

But the emperor is different.

Although the Japanese royal family has long been reduced to symbolic significance, as the spiritual leader of a country, the emperor is not really just a rich man, right?

Even if it declines again, it still has an influence that cannot be ignored in Japan. There is no doubt about this.

Facing Fujiwara Reiki's request, Watanabe remained silent, and then said calmly and noncommittally: "Miss Fujiwara, you are going against your family."

"Liki was just doing what she thought was right."

Du Zhe also looked at her silently, seemingly getting to know her better.

"Miss Fujiwara's character is admirable."

"Your Highness has given you the compliment."

Du Zhe also shook his head, "If the people of Japan are like Miss Fujiwara, why worry that Japan cannot achieve a great rejuvenation."

and many more.

Isn’t this a bit of a joke?

"Then His Highness agreed?"

Du Zhe also smiled slightly, and the arc was perfect. If a handsome guy made such an expression, he would definitely be very attractive, but unfortunately, his appearance was really unsatisfactory.

It doesn't matter if the man is ugly, it's not a fatal flaw, but the key point is that he has inherited the short gene from his ancestors. Standing face to face at this moment, he seems to be not as tall as Fujiwara Riki.

"Miss Fujiwara said so, why should I refuse?"

Riki Fujiwara was about to thank her when Watanabe raised her hand and said, "I am only responsible for conveying Ms. Fujiwara's wishes. As for the outcome, I cannot guarantee it."

Fujiwara Reiki nodded.

"You can't stay outside for too long. You have to go back to the palace."

When people say that, Fujiwara Reiki really doesn't want to keep her, as if she just throws her away after using her.

"Your Highness, walk slowly."

His Highness the Prince, who was fooled last time, smiled and suddenly looked at Fujiwara Reiki's face.

"Ms. Fujiwara, I have a heartfelt request."

"Your Highness, please speak."

"I haven't seen you like this until now."

Fujiwara Reiki's eyes remained unchanged.

"Your Highness, do you really want to see it?"

Du Zhe also laughed.

"Miss Fujiwara, there is no need to force it. I can wait for the day when Miss Fujiwara takes off the veil voluntarily."

These words.

It's a bit ambiguous.

Fujiwara Reiki said as if nothing had happened, "Reiki sends off to Your Highness."

Du Zhe also walked outside.

As a prince, even if he is a prince in name only, he must have his own airs.

If a woman doesn't want to show off her appearance in front of you, why force her?

Furthermore.

He has already seen the ultimate beauty in the world.

People cannot be greedy.

When facing different objects, you must be precise about your needs.

Du Zhe also left.

When Tetsuya Watari disappeared, Riki Fujiwara's eyes changed instantly. One second they were still polite, respectful, and gentle, but in the blink of an eye they were replaced by indifference, disgust, and even disgust.

It seems that Miss Fujiwara is not necessarily "coquettish", at least people still look at her appearance.

"Ding……"

The phone rang.

Standing alone in the temple, Fujiwara Reiki took out her mobile phone.

"how's it going?"

It's a text message.

The prediction was wrong.

There is still hope for someone, and he is indeed an optimist.

I just don’t know how I can have the nerve to post news after pushing someone down.

The person who sent the text message was just thick-skinned, but the key point was that Fujiwara Reiki’s reaction was also quite bizarre.

There was no need to send a message to curse. He took a photo of the statue with his cell phone and then sent it.

Anyone who worships Buddha knows that taking pictures of Buddha statues is disrespectful!

"I didn't ask you to use a honey trap, that's not the case."

The other party quickly replied.

Fujiwara Reiki's delicate body trembled and she almost cried with laughter.

"The soul is pale!"

(End of this chapter)