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Chapter 7 Regent Serivella

"I see, did Lord Andre offend Duke Qinghui?"

After listening to Urda's story, the regent looked at Westhead and Andre and said:
"The Sollon family has always been the backbone of the empire, but their prominent status may have caused the family with a long history to forget the significance of the Branch of Prosperity. Sir Andre, do you know the significance of the Branch of Prosperity?"

Andre was stunned: "Isn't this just a momentary mercy from the God Ancestor?"

Prince Regent: "[The Branch of Prosperity] is the forefront of the empire's resistance to the wave of chaos, and it is also an indispensable barrier for the empire. Sir Andre, have you seen the wave of chaos?"

"I've seen it in books and videos."

Serivella continued: "That alone is not enough. Chaos is the enemy of all civilization and order. Such extreme terror and destruction are constantly impacting the borders of our kingdom of order. Those who live in peace and harmony in the sacred root system, What qualifications do you have to ridicule someone who faces chaos?"

"It is indeed a bit disgraceful for a [Branch of Prosperity] to waste his years in the imperial capital, but the destruction of the Qinghui Territory was purely a natural disaster. The Chaos invasion that occurred two years ago was a catastrophe for any imperial border province. It was a disaster, and Qinghui Leader almost resisted it by himself."

Urda was very satisfied with this trick and said firmly: "This is indeed a tragedy, but the name of Qinghui will not be buried here, and we will eventually return to the bright forest again."

The regent said slowly to Andre: "Insulting a Branch of Prosperity is a crime against the will of the Empire and the God Ancestor. Lord Andre, considering your youth and ignorance, I will not punish you. Apologize to Lord Qinghui."

He directly made a judgment on this conflict, and the regent also vaguely threatened: "Otherwise I will have to call the head of the Saueren family."

"No! Please don't! I. I understand."

Andre was immediately frightened. He might not be afraid of the regent, but when he mentioned his extremely serious father, the young noble immediately panicked.

"Hmm."

Andre clenched his fists, and after a fierce ideological struggle, he knelt down in front of Westhead in great humiliation.

"Respected Lord Qinghui, please forgive me for my offense. I forgot to respect the honor of the Branch of Prosperity. It was really presumptuous and rude."

"If you lower it, are you apologizing?"

Andre trembled, and then made a standard five-body throw to the ground.

Westhead: "Okay, I forgive your rudeness."

Andre jumped up as if he had been forgiven, glared at Westhead hatefully, turned around and ran away.

"Brother, Andre may have to hate you for a while now."

Urda sighed when she saw this.

Westhead said calmly: "Are you going to blame me for being at odds with the Sauerlan family?"

The girl who looked like an ice fairy smiled sweetly and shook her head:

"No, you did a great job, it almost changed my view of my brother."

Urda looked around at the nobles of the imperial capital who had witnessed this scene but did not dare to look at her, and raised her lips slightly:
"Ever since the disaster two years ago, the Qinghui family has been ridiculed for too long. In the eyes of the people in the imperial capital, we are outsiders who have been living under someone else's roof, a shabby household that has lost its land and land. Such contempt for Qinghui's name is just a good way to let them know [ The majesty of the Branch of Prosperity cannot be ignored!”

Obviously in the past, Urda had been annoyed by her family's downfall. Although most people were optimistic about her and wanted to recruit promising rookies, from the girl's perspective, this was an insult to herself.

Westhead's heavy blow to Andre made Yoda feel proud, especially the awe-inspiring looks of the nobles around her, which made the girl feel like the gloom in her heart had been swept away.

"And what's going on?"

After the regent settled the dispute, he turned his attention to Lesia and said to Westhead:

"Lord Qinghui really did something that made me feel refreshed."

Lesia slowly opened her eyes when she heard Serivella's voice. Her beautiful eyes were filled with the reluctance to leave when she woke up from a beautiful dream, but she still managed to gather her energy and saluted the other party:

"His Royal Highness the Regent"

"No need to bow, you are also my imperial sister." The Regent looked at the silver-haired dragon girl and said lightly.

Although to most people in the Imperial City, Lesia was a bastard who would pollute their mood whenever they existed, Selyvela herself did not have much dislike for this young girl.

After all, if Leixia had not been born and taken away Lao Deng, she would not have had the opportunity to taste the supreme power of the empire.

However, as the regent of the empire, she needs to show absolute political correctness.

The regent said coldly:

"The riot started tonight because of you. You really shouldn't have come out. That's enough now. Go back and don't come out again."

Lesia nodded, and when she was about to turn around and leave while rocking her wheelchair, the silver-haired princess hesitated for a moment and said to Westhead:

"This is the best day I've ever had. Thank you."

Great enough to keep me coming back to for years to come.

However, Westhead reached out and grabbed the backrest of the wheelchair and asked:
"Can I come visit you later too?"

Lesia: "!?"

Westhead smiled and said: "As the [Prosperity Branch], I have the authority to enter and exit the Holy Tree Palace freely. However, if I want to visit a separate dormitory, I must obtain the consent of the owner of the dormitory."

The regent frowned when he heard this and said: "Mr. Qinghui, I understand your behavior of dancing with the imperial sister out of goodwill and sympathy, but that's enough. There is no need to do more things that may cause misunderstanding."

"Your Highness the Regent, I need to correct your statement. I am not acting out of sympathy. I have no sympathy or mercy at all."

Westhead slowly but firmly shook his head in denial, put a hand on his chest and said:

"I have absolutely no pity or sympathy for Your Highness Lesia. What I have is nothing but pure envy and even admiration."

"Envy? Admiration?"

what are you saying?
Mr. Qinghui, are you awake? !
Serivella is a superior with a strong ability to manage expressions, but even so, she still suspected that she had heard Westhead's words wrongly, and it was a little difficult to hold back.

The regent was silent for a moment and said:

"Mr. Qinghui may have drunk too much tonight. Guard! Send Princess Lesia back to her palace!"

The Royal Guards, who had long been unable to accept "filth and blasphemy", stepped forward, grabbed Lesia's wheelchair, and roughly pushed it away.

But Westhead stopped him again, ignoring the frantic looks of Yolda next to him, and asked the silver-haired princess seriously:
"Your Highness Lesia, what's your answer?"

The silver-haired princess raised her head and looked into Westhead's deep purple eyes. Her lips twitched, but in the end she turned her head away and said nothing.

Westhead: "If you don't answer, then I agree by default. I will come to visit you again tomorrow."

After the royal guards pushed the wheelchair away, the regent sighed:
"Mr. Qinghui, are you serious? Although you are the [Branch of Prosperity] and I have no right to interfere with your actions, if you interact too closely with Lesia, all the nobles in the imperial capital will alienate you. Qinghui It may also be difficult to prepare the assistance the leaders need.”

"I am very serious, Your Highness."

Westhead did not intend to explain more. It was not that he did not know the seriousness of what he had done, but he had to give strong information. After all, compared with the favor of all the nobles in the imperial capital, Lesia's favor was more important.

The regent stroked his forehead with a headache and said:

"I originally intended to help you recover your homeland, but please go back and think about it carefully. If the nobles in the imperial capital have a deep prejudice against Lord Qinghui, then I can't do it alone."

The eldest princess issued an order to expel guests, and Westhead also felt that his goal tonight was successfully achieved, and left the Holy Tree Palace happily.

Back at the Qinghui family's mansion, as soon as Westhead took off his coat, he felt a sudden glare on his back.

(End of this chapter)