Don’t raise unruly people in extreme cold weather

Chapter 366 Royal Scandal
Perfect followed the old prince through a corridor filled with various armors and portraits, and came to a quiet and comfortable small reception room.

There was a small fireplace in the reception room with a fire burning in it, which made the temperature in the room somewhat higher.

At the same time, a unique scent of incense filled the reception room, making people feel relaxed and unconsciously let down their guard.

To this, Perfect simply raised his eyebrows again, took off his coat, and sat on the armchair in front of the fireplace.

Befa took Perfecto's coat and hung it on her arm, still holding a small suitcase in her other hand.

"You can hang your clothes on the coat rack. Please forgive the weakness of an old man. I no longer have the ability to climb ice and lie in the snow with your grandfather." The old prince looked a little lonely, and then he sat down as well, pulling a small blanket over his legs. "This is the sequelae left by enduring the cold with your grandfather. I feel knee pain in this season, and I have to warm myself by the fire to feel that these two legs are still mine."

Perfect nodded in understanding, and said with a sigh: "Although I don't remember it very well, I heard from Butler Foster that in the years before my grandfather passed away, he was also troubled by the sequelae of the war. He could hardly walk on his own legs. His later years were very painful."

Speaking of this, although Perfecto had hardly seen her grandfather, she could still imagine and understand how difficult it was for an old man to suffer from illness in his later years.

Especially since his grandfather was a powerful knight who had been invincible on the battlefield, but was plagued by illness in his later years, it was a great sorrow.

Obviously, the old prince who had the same experience could understand this pain. He sighed a little sadly: "I didn't expect your grandfather to be like this. We old guys should be eliminated by the times and make way for you little guys."

Hearing this, Perfect couldn't help but shake his head slightly. He raised his hand to draw a flame from the fireplace and threw it into the small stove in the suitcase that was already unfolded in Belfa's hand. Then he said, "So you designed this game? Burning the last bit of your own value to remove the biggest destabilizing factor for the empire? You old guys, can't you live well and cause less trouble for me?"

At this time, the suitcase in Befa's hand had been completely opened, and inside was a complete set of tea sets and tea-making tools. After Perfect lit the small stove fixed on the box, Befa took out a silver bottle as thick as an arm from the box, poured clean water from it into the kettle, and put it on the stove to heat it.

The old prince took a look at the ingenious design, and an expression of interest immediately appeared on his face. He said excitedly: "What an ingenious design. If I had this when I was fighting, I wouldn't have to drink the pot washing water made by your grandfather's retainer every day!

That's really a waste of tea. It's a pity that all my precious Oriental tea leaves were boiled into bitter soup by him, and I lost the enjoyment of drinking tea at all."

"Grandpa Afu has never been able to make tea. Even now I don't like the tea he makes." Of course, Perfectcot knew who the old prince was talking about 'Grandpa's followers'. She had to admit that although the old housekeeper was good at everything, her ability to make tea was really not good enough. Otherwise, she would not have developed a tea-making function specifically for Befa, and designed a portable tea table and a complete set of tea-making tools.

Even so, Perfect still defended the old butler, "But if you use a high fire to boil tea on the battlefield, you will only get a pot of bitter soup that will make people vomit. It's hard to drink, but it's definitely refreshing, isn't it?"

Hearing what Perfectcott said, Prince Edward had to admit, "Indeed, that stuff, let alone the refreshing effect of tea, the bitterness alone is enough to keep people awake for a long time and unable to sleep. Back then, we relied on this to keep watch on the battlefield. Your grandfather always found it difficult to swallow, but he always drank the most."

At this point, Prince Edward showed some nostalgia and a sly smile: "Do you know why? Because he is the commander-in-chief of an army, he needs to stay up late and stay awake. I am different. I can sleep well while he stays up late thinking about battle plans! Hahaha!"

After saying this, Prince Edward looked at Perfecto provocatively.

"Did you really sleep well? I'm afraid you were thinking about how to defeat the enemy every day, right?" Perfect looked at the old prince meaningfully, raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Otherwise, it would be unfair to Queen Mary who treated you like her own daughter, am I right?"

Hearing this, the old prince's expression suddenly became ugly, but then he regained his composure and asked Perficot with scrutiny: "It seems that I still laughed at old Brandelis's granddaughter. How do you know all this?"

In response, Perfect simply snapped her fingers, and a person who had been hiding beside her emerged from the shadows, saluted the old prince, and then disappeared into the air again.

"A dagger hidden in the dark. It seems that you are more complicated than I expected." The old prince did not seem to have any special reaction to this. He just looked at Perfect with a little surprise: "So this knife is prepared for me? If I really intend to bring disaster to the country and the people, what kind of ending do you plan to arrange for me? A dagger that cuts my throat?"

The old prince didn't care much about it, as if they were not talking about his life or death.

However, Perfect simply took the tea that Befa had brewed, blew it gently, and took a sip. "He is only responsible for monitoring you and collecting intelligence related to the Rose Army. As for whether you can die peacefully from illness or die of old age, it is the Queen's business. I am only responsible for making assessments, providing advice, and finally executing the decisions."

Hearing what Perfectcott said, the old prince laughed and said, "It seems that Mary's daughter is still planning to give me a decent life? The ending she arranged for me is actually a happy one."

"If you want to be respectable, I can certainly give you respect. But if you don't want to be respectable, then I can only help you be respectable. After all, the empire still needs respect." Having said this, Perfect finally looked up and looked directly into the old prince's eyes. He said in a cold and almost absolutely rational tone, "But if Her Majesty knew that you had a crush on her mother, your aunt, I'm afraid she wouldn't give you a good end."

The old prince had no doubt about this. After all, even if this kind of thing was not new among the aristocracy in the Old World, it was still a scandal.

But the old prince just smiled, took out a bottle of old wine from the side, poured himself a glass and said: "Want to hear a story? A slightly old story."

(End of this chapter)