Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

"Thank you, Mr. Brewster."

So, is the current imperial sister really her true form?

No one's heart is as indestructible as steel.

So does Victoria.

How could he not like a sister who held him at the top of his heart?

But the plan to seize the throne has been in the works for eight years.

The death of the mother-in-law, the injustice of the people of Luandor, everything is necessary for him to ascend the final throne.

Now we are approaching a critical juncture, and no one can stop it.

If Grace is really the royal sister now, that would be the best thing.

I will make it up to her.

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It's been raining these past few days and my lumbar muscles have been strained.

I can't sit for a long time. I'll see if I can update it after my waist heals in a few days, but it's so stuffy!

61. You can’t be a sister-in-law!

Although the maid lady was not found, Grace already knew the name of the maid lady.

Just follow the name and look it up.

This trip out of the palace was not completely fruitless.

Grace wandered around aristocratic neighborhoods and slum neighborhoods.

From Grace's perspective, the civilian neighborhood is closer to the Renaissance in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation.

Most of the civilians wore older clothes, but for the civilians in a few fixed blocks, the materials of their clothes seemed to be quite good, and they also had quite advanced designs. They seemed to be an emerging class with assets.

Judging from the capital alone, this is a vibrant empire.

Although the Rhine Empire prides itself on being the most powerful, sun-like empire in the world, its overall industrial level has not reached the level of the first industrial revolution.

The nobles who should have mastered the knowledge of the upper class are obviously more enthusiastic about magic, and there is an endless stream of people coming and going from the shops selling magic props on the streets.

The main means of transportation are horse-drawn carriages or two-wheeled human-powered carts, but the commercialization level of the capital Olivia seems to be good.

Vendors gathered around bars and hotels, and emerging securities trading flourished.

Even in the harsh winter, the bustling Olivia Commercial Port still handles a large amount of cargo, and one ship after another is scattered and connected to the economic lifeline of the entire empire.

Although there are obvious rich and poor classes, the ever-expanding territory and obvious upward path obviously give everyone unlimited imagination about the future of the empire.

These brilliance are not so much Kevin's achievements as they are the natural development of productivity after conforming to the trend of the times.

perhaps……?Can you find time to set up a factory?

For Grace, who has the thoughts and soul of modern people doing business, she can give a little modern shock to business in another world.

But the only thing in front of me now is where the original capital comes from.

Grace subconsciously touched her round earlobes. Among the precious gems hanging on them, one was stolen and the other was given away.

Although as a royal daughter, she has valuable jewelry, but if that Kevin knew that she sold the royal reward...

He probably doesn't look good, and might even hinder his career.

So start-up capital…

A certain golden nun suddenly flashed in Grace's mind.

If the engagement with Mr. Nurki was not interrupted during this poisoning crisis, could we seek cooperation from the Argerich family?

Marriage is essentially a binding of interests.

Maybe it's feasible. As long as you have enough experience in setting up a factory, it's a win-win situation.

Then let’s start with the kind-hearted Miss Afro.

……

Horse hooves trampled on the winter sunshine across the marble-paved avenue, walking slowly towards the prosperity.

Although Victoria was forced to move to her palace, Grace returned to the palace belonging to Her Royal Highness the Fifth Princess.

She wanted to discover more details about the life of the fifth princess.

It turned out that the fifth princess was in a similar situation to myself.

It's just that the fifth princess didn't have the courage to resist and maintained her absolute kindness and sincerity.

The carriage stopped in front of the palace gate, and Grace found that this time there was no such sensation as last time with many maids surrounding her to greet her. Instead, it returned to normal.

There were only three maids to greet him. One was responsible for helping him get out of the car, and the other two were responsible for helping him carry his bags.

The young maid stood by the beam and gently stretched out her hand, "Your Highness, be careful."

"Ah."

Grace carefully pressed her skirt and prepared to get out of the car, but suddenly she heard a joyful call.

"Grace!"

The familiar voice rose excitedly, all clean and soft.

She didn't even have to think about it, she heard that she was the innocent and kind-hearted Miss Avro.

Grace looked back.

On the bench in the palace garden, Miss Avro was wearing a white winter skirt today, with a thick cotton jacket wrapped around her body. Her whole figure looked like a curly caterpillar.

She held a book in her left hand, and waved her right hand vigorously to say hello to herself.

Like the first ray of sunshine traveling in the world, a warm smile bloomed on the girl's face, and her clear blue eyes were curved.

What to say?

There should be no one in the world who is more like a dog than her, she is still a golden retriever waiting for her owner to come back outside her home.

Grace put her hand on the maid's hand and stopped getting out of the car.

The maid asked wisely, "Your Highness, do you want to go in...?"

It was hard to refuse the hospitality. Grace blinked strangely, raised her eyebrows slightly, and said in a reluctant tone,

"Don't go. I'll talk to Miss Avro first. Maybe she has something urgent to do with me?"

Then, the girl readily took back the lace-gloved catkin from the maid's hand.

Perhaps realizing that his tone just now was too exciting, Avro coughed softly, pretending to put his legs together, standing next to the bench in a ladylike posture, and casually pretended to admire the withered garden in winter.

Grace walked to her side slowly, her tone still as cold as snow.

"Miss Avro, what do you want from me today?"

Avro opened the basket placed on the bench and took out a conical bottle of magic potion.

"I'm not that ungrateful person. I'm here to bring you a magic potion today."

Grace glanced at it, and the bubbles on the slightly swaying turquoise liquid were churning horribly.

Judging from its appearance alone, this should be the most terrifying potent poison in the world.

If you take a sip, you will be poisoned and die immediately.

Grace didn't care and refused even more coldly than yesterday,

"I said there's no need..."

Feeling that the tone of speaking like this was wrong, she paused and said indifferent and arrogant manner like yesterday,

"You shouldn't cross the line."

Grace's heart is like an airtight high wall, isolating people thousands of miles away.

But Avro didn't mind.

If he was such a cold person, why would he play music for himself?

She cast an expectant look at Grace, her arms hovering in the air holding the potion, and said sincerely: "But I don't want you to die."

Of course, this potion contains something bitter, the orchid fruit.

Although it looks pure pink and white on the outside, when it dissolves into liquid, the taste is simply mind-boggling.

She had snuck a taste of it at home yesterday, and it tasted like rotten cauliflower mixed with oozing foie gras and tree bark.

With just one mouthful, Avro almost met the legendary goddess.

Grace stared at the green liquid for a long time, the corners of her mouth drooped, and she once again said rejection to Avro.

"I'm not going to die, your act of caring means nothing to me."

Ah... With this deliberate tone, Grace's sense of self-destruction came back again.

It was obvious that she had approached him first, and she had obviously said something strange...

Afro, who felt inexplicably awkward about this, squeezed the candy in his palm tightly, and the hot temperature in his palm felt like it was about to melt the icing.

Avro pretended not to care and made a mouthful as a cold reply to Grace.

"Your Royal Highness... you are really merciless in what you say. Then why did you play the piano for me yesterday?"

"I just wanted to do this. Don't you think it's appropriate to have fireworks at the end?"

What Her Royal Highness the Princess did before and after was too abrupt.

Avro tilted his head, trying to see something from Grace's red and clear eyes.

"Your Majesty Grace, do you know? Because of the blessing of the goddess, my intuition can tell the difference between good and bad people at a glance."

"Do you seem to be afraid of intimacy with people? Not just intimacy..."

"Okay, okay, keep your brother's magic potion."

Grace's eyebrows were slightly lowered, as if a cat was impatiently finishing Avro's words, and then neatly snatched away the Erlenmeyer flask.

She crossed her arms, tapped her shoulders irritably with her slender index finger, and issued an eviction order.

"It's okay, you can go."

If you don't drink it, how can you see the sinner being punished?

"Your Highness Grace, I want to watch you drink it?"

Avro looked at the magic potion with a smile, and the candy in his hand seemed to become hot because of the expected value.

Grace seemed to be tired of this kind of playing house conversation. She questioned with a straight face,

"Do you know medical skills? Do you want me to drink some strange magic potion?"

"Not."

Avro tapped his chin with his index finger and tried to remember.

"This is a magic potion made from mansha flowers and strong river grass juice that contain rich magic power, plus...many expensive magic herbs."

"Is this some ancient or large-scale experimented magic formula?"

Avro shook his head, the smile on his face not diminishing, "No, brother should have figured it out by himself."

Grace pointed at herself in surprise, "So, I'm a test subject?"

"No, how could it be?"

No matter how Her Royal Highness questioned him, Avro only showed a shallow smile, which was a signature smile specially used to deal with believers.

Sincere and brilliant, it is impossible to refuse.

"never mind……"

Grace was too lazy to argue with Avro anymore.

To be honest, I was already prepared to take the evil route, and I had even planned how to make Avro accept his bottom line little by little.

But Afro kept getting closer to him as if he was shaking his pussy.