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Chapter 320 Will Definitely Get Pregnant
"It's up to you."

Amitron's soft threats were just a forced character setting, and Westhead was too lazy to break the last bit of reserve of the elf queen.

After all, being able to reverse the camp stance of a pure-blood descendant within a few days already required the use of a hypnosis APP.

It’s so fast, so fast, it feels like it’s urging people to make progress.

But if you think about it carefully, it is not that fast. Now we have only dealt with one string sound swordsman, and in the entire Qianlu Royal Court, we don't know how many important nodes need to be opened up.

There is still a long way to go. Taking down Amitron is more of a proof that the plan envisioned by Westhead can be implemented in the Thousand Laws Royal Court.

Although the real power in the royal court today is basically in the hands of Grand Attorney Elivitt, other factions in the royal court are not useless. At least they would be very happy to see the domineering Grand Attorney fall from power.

In fact, in the first few days after Westhead arrived, he had already received many secret letters, all kinds of invitations trying to win him over, both overtly and covertly.

There is no need to be surprised. Ever since Emperor Qianlu established the royal court, there has never been a civil war in this land. But this does not mean that everyone is a happy and loving family.

It's simply that the Gods don't allow wars, but there are always conflicts between mortals. Since wars are not allowed, the only way to resolve conflicts is through court politics.

Over the past thousands of years, every lake city in the royal court has been filled with all kinds of conspiracies, factional struggles, false accusations and marriages. Above the civilian class, the palace of Qianlu Royal Court is far more complex than that of the empire.

A situation like the present one, where a great tuner has absolute power over everything, is extremely rare. Relying on the isolation between gods and mortals, he took over all institutions by force, and violently suppressed opposition voices. This obviously made many royal nobles very dissatisfied, so much so that when they saw Westhead, an external force, they also treated it as a variable and made ruthless use of it.

Seeing Westhead browsing through invitations one after another, Amitron approached him pretending to be indifferent and sneered:
"Which noble lady are you selecting? You really have plenty of room. I just hope Lord Qinghui will be careful. Venting your obscene desires is one thing, but please don't taint the pure bloodline of the royal family."

Westhead said happily: "How dare you say that? As far as I remember, you are not a pure-blood?"

The cool and beautiful silver-haired elf was stunned when she heard that. She unconsciously stroked her flat belly, with an embarrassed and conflicted look on her face.

If a pure-blooded elven royal family, who is extremely conservative, gave birth to a half-elf, would their lives probably be over?

But she felt so good that she completely forgot about such an important matter. In the pleasure that made even her rationality evaporate, how could she care about other things?

"I"

"Don't worry. At my current level, it's not that easy to have offspring. It will take decades."

Westhead waved his hand. He was different from the normal imperial people. He had no interest in reproducing offspring. Since his goal was the long steps to godhood, his own eternity was inevitable. As for whether he would have descendants or not, he could just follow the example of many predecessors of the gods and directly choose a lucky group to inherit.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, this is an executive officer of the royal court, and a long-standing family with a thousand-year heritage. Now I guess they are useless, and many of them are not beautiful girls. I’m really not interested.”

While reading the letter, Lord Qinghui asked Amitelun who was sending the letter.

As of now, the elven royal family is very sensitive to Westhead's charm, but because of the bewitching attributes of [Emperor Qianlu], sexual attraction still accounts for a larger proportion. It is meaningless to associate with the royal dignitaries who are like old foxes - unless they are noble ladies and girls who are easy to deal with, Westhead does not mind winning them over, mainly because it is more convenient and quick.

In fact, if we have to say, Westhead has only one main target, and that is the current Queen of Wind Law, the little girl named Elorius Emerald.

If I remember correctly, the Queen of Wind Law should also have a constant T0 level talent, [Sound of Wind Law], which is the supreme in the [Thousand Laws Ceremony] system and the strongest sound from the grand ensemble.

Moreover, if he wanted to complete the plan of stealing the country, the support of Queen Fenglu was absolutely indispensable. It would be better to say that it was because he knew that the current Lord of the Royal Court was a little girl that Westhead had such a bold idea.

Even if all these interests were put aside, Westhead still wanted to meet Elorius. It had been a long time since he met someone who could match him in charm.

"Queen Fenglu, it seems that you didn't send me a letter. I don't quite understand."

Westhead threw a thick stack of letters on the table and sighed.

Based on the good impression and closeness they had felt when they first met, he thought the girl would invite him out soon, even though she had already said so.

"Huh? Lord Qinghui, what are you talking about?"

Amitron raised the corner of his mouth when he heard this, and said, not knowing whether he was angry or mocking:
"Not only did you attempt to invade your fellow citizens in the royal court, you even set your sights on Her Majesty the Queen? This is really making me laugh! Even the audacity of Lord Qinghui has to have a limit!"

Before the silver-haired elf sister finished her taunting, Mavis came up the stairs, stopped in front of Westhead, and saluted:
"My Lord, someone has come to invite you."

Westhead took a sip of tea and said:

"I said that general invitations should be sent by mail first, except for the ones that are of particular concern, such as..."

"He is the little queen's trusted attendant."

Mephis answered directly: "It seems that Queen Fenglu invited you."

Westhead stood up upon hearing this and looked down from the balcony, only to see a voluptuous, alluring violet elf beauty.

Amitron immediately glanced at the other party and said in surprise:
"Lady Fatizia?! Why?"

"she is."

The String Swordsman pursed his lips and said, "Lady Fatsia, the Tuner, was previously one of the tuners in the royal court. After Her Majesty Elorius ascended the throne, she was transferred to Her Majesty the Queen as a mentor. She is Her Majesty the Queen's absolute confidant."

"It seems that this is indeed an invitation from Queen Fenglu. It really comes true as I said."

Westhead was deeply impressed by this violet-haired beauty. After all, there were not many people with the same figure as Rozana.

So he went downstairs in a good mood to meet the Queen's messenger.

"Good day, Lord Qinghui."

Fatissia wore an elegant purple and white dress, which seemed to be the embodiment of lavender and white lilies, and it tightly fit the graceful body of the elf beauty. Her hands were folded in front of her belly. The dress was obviously very dignified and did not reveal anything, but because it was not wide enough, it brought out her figure, making her look as if it was deliberately seductive.

But the face of such a beautiful woman who makes one's blood boil is delicate and melancholy, and her eyes and brows seem as weak as a little animal. The contrast is perfect.

"I am here on His Majesty's orders to invite you to enjoy afternoon tea together, and also to discuss matters related to the covenant."

The purple-haired elf beauty looked up at Westhead, then immediately lowered her head shyly, making a whimpering sound that was completely inconsistent with her appearance and age.

"Queen Fenglu invited me, so I naturally have no reason to refuse. Please come in."

Westhead readily agreed and followed Fatsia through the complex and complicated palace structures of the Central Royal Court and came to the residence of the Lord of the Royal Court. After passing through the heavily guarded perimeter, Westhead saw Eroleus squatting beside the flowers and sniffing the fragrance.

"Ah! Lord Qinghui!"

The young Elf Queen heard footsteps coming from behind her, and immediately turned around, put her hands behind her back, and said with a smile:

"And Sister Fatisia, come here quickly!"

Unlike the formal attire he wore when they first met, Eroleus was now wearing casual and cool clothes.

The soft and silky white dress inlaid with gold thread only covered the upper body and the base of the thighs, and the remaining shawl and sleeves were as light as gauze.

Large areas of snow-white and delicate skin, including the abdomen, thighs and arms, were exposed to the sunlight, flashing a dazzling gleam that almost blended with the brilliant glow.

With her head slightly tilted, her long golden hair cascaded down, and on top of her head she wore a wreath woven with pure white flowers.

To be honest, despite the high degree of exposure, due to Elorleus's young figure, the word "sexy" is completely unrelated to him. At most, he can only be said to look pure and energetic.

But the regrets and shortcomings in her figure are completely made up for by her good looks.

Eloleus came running towards them with brisk steps, his pretty face that was exquisite to the point of being maddeningly beautiful, with a smile that could melt the cold winter.

Just by looking into those holy blue eyes, one would feel as if one's soul was warmed by the lingering light in them.

"Your Majesty Elorius."

Queen Fenglu interrupted Westhead's greetings and circled around him, saying:

"Just call me Elorius! We are almost equals, right? I don't like formal honorifics."

"So do I. If that's the case, I'll just call you whatever I want in private."

Elorius nodded heavily. "Well! Then I won't call you Lord Qinghui anymore. How about calling you Westhead?"

After receiving a positive answer, the elf Loli clapped her hands vigorously and said with a smile:

"I'm sorry. I said I would invite you last time, but Westhead seems to be a bit busy these days. I want you to get more familiar with the environment of Qianlu Royal Court. I suddenly invited you today. Can you have afternoon tea with me? I have a lot of things I want to ask you."

"Your Majesty! No! Absolutely not!"

Upon hearing this, Amitron was the first to stand up and oppose it with fierce words.

Eloreus tilted his head cutely:
"Why not? We're just having tea, can't we be alone together?"

"Because of this man. This man"

The silver-haired elf swordsman was speechless for a moment. She couldn't say that she had personally experienced Westhead's power, right? Or did she not want to see the Queen of Wind Law fall into it? This pain and humiliation will be borne by me alone! Don't let more elves fall into Westhead's clutches!

Lord Qinghui’s big hand was afraid!

After thinking about it, Amitron closed his eyes and stamped his feet and said:

"You'll get pregnant! You'll definitely get pregnant if you stay with this man!"

Westhead's eyes widened as he had not expected Amitron to speak so bluntly.

Huh? BYD is making up rumors, right?

I would like to ask who I got pregnant with?

Airolius put his finger to the corner of his mouth and smiled, saying: "I can understand your concerns because of Westhead's bad reputation in the past, but no matter what, Lord Qinghui would not do this, right?"

Amitron was desperate: "Yes, even if I won't attack Your Majesty for the time being, Lady Fatsia will definitely not escape!"

"Ugh?!"

The violet-haired elf beauty didn't expect the topic to turn to herself. Hearing Amitron speak so confidently, she took two steps back in fear and looked at Westhead in panic.

Amitelon seemed to have fooled himself, and acted like a loyal servant of the country:

"In any case, for the safety of His Majesty and Lady Fatizia, I do not recommend that you contact Lord Qinghui privately."

But her words may have frightened Fatícia, but Eloreus was not fooled at all. The little queen just smiled:
"It's okay, Lord Amitren is worrying too much. I believe in Westhead's character, and the topic you mentioned is so obscene and exaggerated, it's unbelievable. If Sister Fatsia is really in danger, I will protect her."

"Lord Amitron, please stand guard outside. It is not okay to spread rumors about Westhead without any reason."

There was a hint of admonition in the gentle words of Her Majesty the Queen. Upon hearing this, the String Swordsman immediately calmed down and stopped arguing. He bowed and left the garden.

So only Westhead, Elorius and Fatizia were left at the scene, and they came to the round table under the pavilion and sat down.

The purple-haired elf tuner poured tea for Queen Fenglu and Lord Qinghui. Although he was very restrained in his movements, the charm and tenderness in his every move were still lingering, making it difficult for Westhead not to notice.

"Lord Qinghui."

Airolius's voice drew Westhead's attention back. The elf Loli held her chin with both hands, stared at Westhead, and said with a smile:

"Lord Amitar seems to have some shadows and possessiveness towards you. It's only been a few days, and you're already contradicting me for you. It's really unbelievable. I remember Lord Amitar was a very strict and conservative guy who knew the rules."

"This"

Westhead felt that his reputation was damaged. He left a bad impression of a scoundrel and a big silver devil in the mind of the Queen of Wind, which would not be conducive to his future strategies.

Just as he was thinking about how to save the situation, he heard Elorius's bell-like laughter. The other party clapped his hands and said:
"Amazing. So amazing! Doesn't this just show how charming you are? From the video and audio, I can't imagine what you look like now!"

Hmm? This little queen, not only does she not seem to be on guard, but she seems to be even more pleased with me?
(End of this chapter)