Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

Grace lowered her eyes, raised her head suddenly and asked,

"Sister Huang, have those who assassinated me been found?"

Victoria exhaled from her nose seriously and angrily, revealing bloodthirsty and crazy killing intent from her gloomy red eyes.

"The results have come out today. My father means that it was the Pruden people in the south who did it."

Pruden Grace had read in the "Encyclopedia of World Geography" that it was located south of the Rhine, with a vast Sac Sea separating the two countries.

Pruden has a humid and warm climate, dense jungles and swamps across its borders, abundant resources, and is completely inferior to Rhine in terms of national strength.

Grace was thinking at that time that the soil here was suitable for colonization.

"Father said that he would eradicate Pruden to avenge the assassination of the royal princess."

When these words were spoken, Grace instantly understood what Kevin meant.

In Game of Thrones, the truth doesn't matter, it turns out Kevin wants something from the Prudens.

In other words, he wanted to use this as an excuse to send troops.

Looking at Victoria, whose eyes were red and occupied by anger, Grace felt a little subtle in her heart.

How could someone as cruel as her have such emotions?

Or is she just pretending to show it to herself?

Grace didn't care about such emotions at all. She grabbed the lace ruffles of Victoria's wide sleeves and asked, "Sister, is it really safe in the palace?"

"No. But I will protect you."

Victoria's tone was as safe as a loving mother's.

"is it?"

Grace made a clear question, and then she pointed directly at the target of today's conversation and took the initiative to ask,

"Sister Huang, I have read all the books given by Caroline... I wonder if I can have a chance to help you, is there anything you need me to do..."

Victoria understood that the opportunity to test had come, and she asked hesitantly,

"Do you really want to move forward on this path? Once you are trapped in it, there is no way to get out."

"Yes, I want to be someone who is indispensable to the imperial sister and will not be abandoned."

The imperial sister said the same words as before, promising but pitiful words.

But Victoria was in a particularly strange mood, and she could feel the changes in subtle emotions.

Even if amnesia really changes a person a lot, even if he reluctantly accepts this fact.

But there is always a voice in the subconscious saying to myself - Grace is not Grace.

That’s why you would follow Caroline’s advice again and again to test whether Grace is completely trustworthy, right?

"In Suko District, the Ministry of Internal Affairs has recently been strictly investigating the casino issue. If you have any ideas, I can ask Caroline to take you to have a look."

Victoria softly and tenderly released the colorful bait wrapped in family affection,

"Of course, if you don't like these things, it's okay to leave them to her."

The consequences of biting the hook will be bloody at any time.

"Sister Huang, I have no problem at all."

Victoria looked at Grace, the girl's eyes were firm as if no one in the world could stop her will.

Now Grace has a decisive goal, questioning and the courage to stand up to Karta.

It's completely different from the cautious and soft-looking rabbit before.

What changed her?

"really?"

Victoria couldn't help but sigh with mixed emotions, "Grace really seems to be a completely different person."

Grace sat up straight, her clear eyes seemed to want to see through something, staring straight at Victoria.

"Then Princess, who am I in your eyes?"

The words fell in Victoria's ears. When the girl's voice disappeared, Victoria seemed to be able to hear the cold howling wind and snow in late winter outside the window.

Panic puts people in a sea full of dark clouds and turbulent waves, and their mood is like a ship destroyed by the waves.

In silence, Grace asked again: "If I were not Grace, how would the emperor treat me?"

101. Blindfold, tied up, catch Nora!

The boat in the surge was completely overturned, and Victoria seemed to hear the sound of wood cracking and breaking.

She said nothing, and the calm silence was a stormy wave that could swallow up everything.

The diamond manicure reflected the sunlight, casting a dazzling halo into her eyes. Grace saw those white hands slowly touching her head.

Victoria was as incomprehensible as a witch in the dark night. She smiled half-heartedly and said softly:

"Imperial sister...why would you ask such a question?"

The black bangs were gently flicked by the movement, but Grace felt that she would be choked by the moody Victoria in the next second.

Taking the wrong approach has always been Grace's underlying creed.

She doesn't like to use roundabout ways to achieve her ultimate goal.

She believes in inflicting clean, short-term pain quickly and accurately.

Instead of letting Victoria secretly doubt and suspect, it would be better to raise the issue first.

Grace allowed those domineering hands to touch her forehead. She tried hard to make her tone closer to that of the original fifth princess.

"Because didn't the emperor say that I seemed to be a different person? I forgot a lot of memories and did strange things that I would never have done before."

"Some things are no longer the same as before. Under this change, can you still accept it, Sister Huang?"

The emotions in Victoria's eyes were fluctuating and twisted, as subtle as performing "Hamlet".

"People's lives are always changing, Grace, you don't have to think too much."

After she finished speaking, she took out the gorgeous rose stuck in the crown bun and casually discarded it on the bedside table.

Abandoned, all vitality has been lost, and the rose bones lie sadly, like the corpse of a beautiful beauty.

Grace lowered her eyes meekly, looked at the rose without emotion, and said:

"Understood, Miss Huang."

As if looking for a reason to compensate for her domineering behavior, Victoria brought up a new topic to divert attention.

"Grace, there will be a large Duke's banquet next week. Do you want to go? You can meet many new friends there. Your feet will be almost recovered by then."

"Go, of course."

Grace's eyes lit up and she agreed without hesitation.

She looked out the window excitedly, the spring of the empire was coming, and the canary was about to come out of the cage.

He has been recuperating under Victoria's "imprisonment" for nearly a week.

At such a large-scale banquet, countless secrets and transactions are intertwined and growing wildly like the complex roots of trees in the ground.

This is Grace's opportunity.

……

Avro has been having a hard time lately.

Whether at home or at church, she was always absent-minded.

A certain figure is as haunting as a flower in the moon mirror in the water.

This is a strange emotion that Avro has never experienced before.

When eating, I will think about that special Royal Highness. Did you eat well during today's lunch?Why do you hate sweets?

When sleeping, I would think of the lovely way of Her Royal Highness, who was afraid of contact, trembling slightly under her own hands in the warm quilt.

Thinking of the soothing nocturne that the girl played for him in the night sky, thinking of the girl's rational and crazy appearance in the court, thinking of her falling from the sky like a meteor...

When the cold winter wind blows against your cheeks, when the mist in the bathtub...

At every moment, Grace seems to be an indispensable part of life, making missing her become a habit.

"Holy Goddess, please inform the lost lamb and guide the way forward. Now...how should I do it?"

The confused Avro stood in a trance under the statue of the goddess in St. Valisi Church, murmuring questions.

The colorful glass on the statue of the goddess reflects the winter sunshine, and the wonderful light dust floats around you little by little, creating a warm and sacred atmosphere.

Avro was still confused. She gently placed her white hands on the gray resonance stone on the base of the goddess statue, hoping that the questions in her heart would be answered.

Very dim when resonating.

no respond.

There are too many followers of the goddess, and she is just an inconspicuous one among thousands of followers.

How is it possible to get definite approval on such a thing?

Avro slowly closed his eyes and sighed self-deprecatingly.

The moment she just closed her eyes, she was still thinking about Grace's cold smile after it melted away, and how beautiful her back was as white as jade.

From her slender neck to her plump earlobes, the skin on her body turned red quickly.

Avro opened his eyes in surprise.

How can you think about these things under the statue of the goddess!

She patted her reddish cheeks twice, trying to become more sober.

Now I have completely become a dishonest and shameless heretic.

Completely contrary to original beliefs!

You can't sink any further.

At the very least, at the very least, keep an appropriate distance from Grace.

Avro rubbed and twisted his legs impatiently, and hesitantly made a decision while frowning.

But for Afro, there are too many things in the world that she cannot understand.

She didn't understand why she was fascinated by Grace, and she didn't know where this sudden, heart-pounding emotion came from.

She didn't even know that when the unstoppable passion attacked, there was no need to shout about shame, let alone dignity and ideals.

Frost and snow will burn on their own, and reason will become the slave of lust.

……

Time passes unconsciously.

Grace's ankle is recovering well under Afro's care.

In just one week, Grace was able to get out of bed and walk around freely for a while.

However, what puzzled Grace was that Avro's attitude became strange after being drunk.

She is deliberately distancing herself.

Avro's expression when he came was still pure and holy, and he would still blush quietly every time he saw himself.

But his eyes became depressed, as if he was suppressing something deliberately.

Grace is in an absolutely emotionally closed state.

She rarely takes the initiative, more often than not, she is like a noble young lady, waiting for the right person to knock on the door.

Therefore, Grace maintained her indifferent attitude as before.

The two seemed to be inseparable from each other when they got along. There was no closer physical contact or in-depth spiritual integration, and the relationship became subtle.

Of course, Grace was not in a hurry.

With the cheating system, she could clearly see the status behind the [Aphro] message box, with the words [anxious], [missing] and [hair ○] clearly written on it.