In the Name of the Queen

"The essay contest has started! Aren't you in a hurry?"

"Why should I be in a hurry? This is a contest held by the royal family. Who knows if there is any inside information?"

In a corner of the bar, young writers who were participating in a literary salon were discussing.

They were preparing for the upcoming royal essay contest.

This essay contest was very strange. It was a micro-novel. The content required to include the royal family, mystery, religion, sex and scandal.

Although the royal family of this country is a mascot, after all, they have ruled for many years and still have the power to control the situation behind the scenes.

Everyone was somewhat hesitant to write about sexual scandals related to the royal family.

The initial response to this essay contest was mediocre.

But when the prize money was repeatedly increased and could eventually buy five houses in the prosperous area of ​​Roland City, the imperial capital, the young writers finally couldn't sit still.

The literary world of the Sophia Empire has never been so lively.

For the first time, writers' associations in various places discovered that there were so many young writers.

But this is not surprising. Young people who have no proper jobs and no money always have the illusion that they are writers.

Do you think you are a writer?

I think so.

Therefore, this essay contest became the one with the most participants in the history of the Empire.

Imperial Post Office.

The young clerk handed the written letter to the customer with both hands with a smile.

"Miss Ruth, I have written the letter according to your request."

"Wait, what did you write? Why do I feel something is wrong?"

The heavily made-up woman frowned and asked.

"According to your request, break up with your boyfriend who you don't like now. Since you claim that you hate him to the point of life and death, I think what I wrote is fine."

The young clerk smiled and shrugged.

He has handsome features, beautiful eyes and an unruly smile.

The young woman was stunned, snatched the letter written by the clerk, and ran away quickly.

"Hey, you should pay before you leave!"

The young clerk smiled and didn't take it too seriously.

He is really a guy who doesn't mean what he says. It's obviously a quarrel between young lovers, but he has to say that it's life and death. He wrote a duel letter according to the other party's request and agreed on the duel method, but this guy actually ran away.

Now you should understand the real idea, right?

A cheap perfume can't block the damn sour smell of love, and you still want to deceive me!

Roland, the clerk, stood up and yawned.

Just as he was about to leave work, the curvy big sister blocked him.

"Where are you going, our great writer? Aren't you going to participate in the essay contest?"

Facing the big sister's obstruction, Roland decisively raised his hands in surrender and sat back in his seat.

Royal family, right? Religion, right? Mystery, right? Sex scandal, right?

He casually wrote a line of words, "Oh my God, the queen is pregnant, who did it?"

It perfectly meets all the requirements.

As for how to expand this paragraph to 1.54 million words, it has nothing to do with me.

He didn't even plan to win the award.

When the big sister was stunned, Roland had disappeared around the corner.

Although his attitude was not very serious, he still submitted the manuscript.

Anyway, he won't win the award, and he won't even pass the preliminary review, so it doesn't matter.

The essay contest seemed like a trivial matter to the young clerk, and it didn't even stir up a ripple in his life.

Just when he thought that the matter was over, three days later, a gorgeous carriage stopped at the door.

The polite butler casually showed off his muscular figure.

The guards behind the butler were armed with guns.

"Okay, I accept the invitation. But I warn you, I am a formal staff member of the state, and the empress will not let go of the missing case in the imperial capital."

The young clerk said in a cowardly manner.

The butler just smiled and made an invitation gesture, asking him to get in the car.

The uneasy boy seemed to have gone through a century, walked through the whole world, and was finally brought to the destination.

The blindfold on his eyes was taken off, and a noble girl sat there, looking at him quietly.

He had never seen such a beautiful and noble girl. Compared with her, Elizabeth, the big-butt girl in Baker Street next door, was just like a rough country girl.

He opened his mouth and wanted to wipe the sweat, but found that the more he wiped, the more sweat he sweated.

The noble girl motioned him to sit down opposite her, and asked with her chin in her hand:

"Are you Roland?"

"Yes, I am Roland, the clerk of the Imperial Post Office." Roland tried to keep calm.

"Did you write "Oh my God, the Queen is pregnant, who did it?" the noble girl asked softly.

"Yes, I did. I have written a disclaimer in the front. This story is purely fictional. Any similarities are purely coincidental. Freedom of literary creation is the right of our citizens, and you have no right to interfere."

Roland was still stubborn, and he picked up the teacup to hide his inner panic.

The noble girl in front of him looked very high-ranking. Could she know Her Majesty the Queen?

In this era without television and the Internet, people only know that the Queen is beautiful, but few people know what she looks like.

At least Roland doesn't know.

"I am the Queen." The girl's clear voice was like the polar wind blowing over the naked body, cool.

"Pah!"

The teacup fell to the ground and shattered.

"Don't worry, freedom of literary creation is the right of our citizens, I have no right to interfere." The girl, no, the girl emperor said lightly.

It's over! She was so angry that she started to speak sarcastically.

Roland wailed in his heart.

"I'm not married." The queen expressed an important point.

Roland lowered his head. There was no doubt that this was slander.

"I have never been in love, and I don't have children." The queen was still making up for it.

Roland wanted to kneel down and beg for mercy, if this could atone for his sin.

His face was ashen.

"Two news, one good and one bad, which one should I listen to first?" The Queen actually smiled.

"As you wish." Is there any good news?

"You are very talented, and this submission won the championship."

"Is this good news or bad news?" Roland finally managed to squeeze out the energy to joke.

"If this story were spread widely, it would cause damage to my reputation, irreparable damage."

Roland wailed inwardly.

Sure enough, what is supposed to come will still come.

Since death is inevitable no matter what, just like a man, be energetic and don't lose your status!

He smiled and responded: "As long as you can calm down, I am willing to compensate you in any form."

"Any way?"

The girl emperor's eyes lit up.

"Anything, including my life." Roland knew that he would die, and he was a bit tough in his coolness.

The young emperor stretched out her little finger, "I don't believe it, unless you swear to me on your fingers!"

What a young girl. Roland hesitated for a moment, but still stretched out his finger.

The young emperor's slender fingers were cool and silky to the touch, and Roland was reluctant to let go.

As if aware of Roland's reluctance, the young emperor did not retract her fingers, but moved forward.

"There's only one way to redeem my reputation."

I die, right?

"I won't back down!" Roland showed his courage.

The girl narrowed her eyes and her cheeks turned a little red for no reason.

"Let it be true."

"I will publicly apologize to you, etc. What did you say?" Roland showed the embarrassment of having never been in love.

"Let fiction become reality, idiot!"

The girl emperor stared at Roland fiercely and thrust the prepared ring into his hand.

"Propose to me immediately and get me pregnant!"

Wait, Roland stared dumbfounded at the young emperor in front of him, his brain roared, and countless memories returned to the sea of ​​consciousness.

Those memories are so far away.

He clearly remembered that it was Sif when he wrote the essay, so why did he become Sophia?

Roland, who was about to explain, saw Sophia's flushed face out of the corner of his eye, and his emotional intelligence finally came back.

Sophia has never been in love, she doesn't understand what love is.

So she wants to.

Roland understood.

Of course he wouldn't resist. He stood up and gradually moved closer to Sophia.

This time, the story of the Queen's pregnancy doesn't need to be too twisty.

Just tonight. (End of chapter)