What Should I Do If I was Forced to Marry the Elf Queen

What's more terrible is that His Royal Highness was already sixty years old at that time, but there were no heirs under his knees.

Seeing that the princes and princes of Britain were all gray-haired old people, some people with ulterior motives began to move around.

For example, the queen's youngest cousin-the Duke of York.At that time, he had just turned forty, he was the youngest of Her Majesty's contemporaries, and the only member of the royal family still alive.

Seeing that the blood of his cousin was almost extinct, the ambitious Duke of York hurried to bring his five thousand private soldiers to the royal capital, and attracted a large number of nobles to force the palace to say: "Is there a 60-year-old prince in the world?" The queen is required to pass on the crown prince immediately, and establish the young and promising Duke of York as the new crown prince.

Under the joint pressure of the nobles, the queen was shaken for a while, and even drafted an edict to abdicate.Prepare to pass on the Prince and make the Duke of York the Crown Prince.

But at this moment, an unexpected thing happened.

The fifth wife of the Prince of Wales miraculously became pregnant!And gave birth to a healthy baby girl on the Prince's 60th birthday!And this baby girl is Margaret.

In this way, the British royal family ushered in an orthodox heir.The ecstatic queen immediately announced that her hard-won granddaughter was the second in line to the throne.The Grand Duke of York, who originally sat in this position, became the third heir.

Seeing that the throne at hand was so close to him.The unwilling Duke of York and his party members planned a vicious plan-they decided to poison the newly born little princess, completely clearing the obstacle between themselves and the throne.

Later, the palace maid, who was bought by the Yorkists, poisoned the little princess's milk, but accidentally killed the princess who was feeding the princess.

Afterwards, the assassination of the little princess and the princess caused an uproar in the kingdom.

Despite all the signs, the fierce fingers were directed at the Duke of York and his party members.

However, considering the status of the Duke of York as "British's second strongman" and the power he operated in the London aristocratic circle in the past few years... Queen Elizabeth, who did not want to drag the country into the civil war, had to be executed symbolically. The few poisoned servants did not thoroughly investigate the matter.

At this moment, to the young princess, the prosperous King Capital is as dangerous as a monster with a mouth wide open!In the shadow of the magnificent palace, the conspiracy and poisonous snakes of the Yorkists are always hidden...

Therefore, in order to protect the safety of the granddaughter.On the pretext of "letting the crown prince go to the territory and take office", the queen asked the prince to drag his family to Wales to stay away from the political whirlpool of the royal capital.So as to protect Margaret from the Duke of York.

However, the Duke of York is not so easy to give up.In fact, he sent people several times to intercept the Prince on the road to Wales.Want to completely put the father and daughter to death.

The last assassination... if it weren't because I happened to be hit by the old bastard of my father.

At this moment, the girl next to me may no longer exist.

7. What should I do if I was taken by my childhood sweetheart to see my parents?

Seeing Marguerite coming, the servants on both sides quickly opened the carved iron gate of the courtyard.

In the courtyard, we found Charles Tudor, Prince of Wales, Margaret's father, who was drinking afternoon tea in the garden.

Affected by my father, I usually call him "Uncle Sledgehammer".

Of course, the nickname of "Sledgehammer" also has its origins.

We still have to start when their father and daughter first came to Wales.Margaret and the prince, who were rescued by her father at the time, lived in our territory temporarily.So the Duke of York instigated the three lords around Glamorgan to besiege our castle, trying to kill the Prince and Margaret in the chaos.

However, facing the mob with thousands of people under the castle.The old bastard just swung a crimson sword aura, and sent the three earls, seven barons, and dozens of heavy armored knights around them all to the west.The remaining thousands of mobs naturally turned into birds and beasts.

After this battle, no one in Wales dared to challenge the authority of the Prince.

Because the British royal family has a tradition, after each conquest of a land, the king will give himself a "Hammer of XX" honorary name.For example, "Gaul's Hammer" and "Irlan's Hammer" are all honorable titles used by some ancient kings.

Therefore, His Royal Highness the Prince also gave himself the title of "The Hammer of Wales" in accordance with the ancestral system.

Of course, everyone knows that the victory in this war is actually only related to my father, the prince’s nominal subordinate.

Therefore, in private, people gave the crown prince the nickname "Charles the Big Talker".After this nickname passed to my father's bastard's ears, it was reprocessed by him.

He added "The Big Talking Charles" and "The Hammer of Wales" together, and called it "Cha Sledgehammer" for short.After that, he went to the prince proudly to show off his genius invention:

"Hello everyone, my name is Cha Da Hammer, and I am the crown prince of this country. In a few years, I will become king, marry Bai Fumi, meet the monarchs of various countries, and reach the pinnacle of life. Thinking about it, I am still a little excited!"

"Hello everyone, I still check the sledgehammer. I never expected that I would really be the crown prince of my life!"

At that time, the old bastard's dignified portrait of the villain and Uncle Sledgehammer's dumbfounding expression are still fresh in my memory...

But after a long time, I was taken astray by the old bastard.He also began to call the Prince "Cha Sledgehammer" habitually.

However, I'm still a little more polite than my dad.Call him "Uncle Sledgehammer".

"Dad, I'm back."

"You are back, Maggie." (Note: Maggie is Margaret's nickname)

I saw that a middle-aged gentleman with elegant Chinese clothes, half-white hair and extraordinary bearing put down the tea cup in his hand and nodded at us.

This is Margaret's father.

Although Uncle Sledgehammer seems to be around forty years old at most, in fact, he is already 78 years old this year.It is only because of the longevity genes of the Tudor family and the effect of taking certain magic potions for a long time to maintain the appearance of a mature man.

"I came back so soon, have you seen Atu?"

Uncle Sledgehammer said to Margaret while holding on to the monocle.

"Of course I did."

The girl answered with a smile, and then winked at me playfully.

"Atu, is he okay?"

"of course."

"Ok."

Uncle Sledgehammer nodded, then turned his eyes to me.

He looked at me up and down with a little surprise, and then asked Margaret:

"Maggie, is the girl next to you a friend of yours? Don't introduce me to the lady who is this..."

"Which girl...hahahahaha..."

Hearing Uncle Sledgehammer’s question, Margaret leaned forward and laughed together. She repeatedly patted my shoulder and said:

"Hahahaha... Did you hear Atu? Dad asked me which girl you are from? Hahahahaha..."

"Ugh....."

I shook my head helplessly.

Being treated as a girl again and again...I'm almost used to it, let's forgive Uncle Sledgehammer!

"Maggie, what are you laughing at? I don't understand."

Uncle Sledgehammer frowned and said, looking confusedly at his almost grinning daughter.

"Hahaha... can't stand it... can't stand it..."

After laughing for a long time, Margaret finally calmed down a little.

She reluctantly restrained her smile, lifted the bangs on my forehead from behind and said to Uncle Sledgehammer:

"Dad, you can see clearly. This young lady... is Atu! Hahahaha..."

The girl couldn't help laughing again.

"Are you Attu?!"

Uncle Sledgehammer stood up with a look of horror, and didn't even notice that he accidentally knocked over the tea cup on the table.

"Hello Uncle Sledgehammer, it's... it's me..."

I replied embarrassedly.

"Are you really Attu?! Lin Dengwan's son, Lin Dengtu?"

Uncle Sledgehammer opened his eyes wide, and still asked incredulously.

"I'm really Lindentu... Uncle Sledgehammer..."

I nodded helplessly.

"Uncle Sledgehammer? Okay, I believe it." Uncle Sledgehammer shook his head with a wry smile, "The entire Principality of Wales, you father and son dare to call me that way in person."

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh this is actually the recognition of me, that is to say still not recognized?It feels a bit shocked...

"Okay, okay... I won't say much, Dad. I also want to cut Attu's hair~"

At this moment, Margaret finally recovered from the frantic laughter.

She pushed my shoulder and said:

"Come and come, Attu will go this way."

"Um...ok...bye Uncle Sledgehammer..."

I was pushed forward by the girl and staggered.

"Okay, see you later..."

Uncle Sledgehammer patted the part of his pants wet with tea in a daze, his face was dull, as if he still couldn't connect the black and straight girl in front of him with the boy named Lindentu in his memory.

When pushing the door open, I clearly heard him mutter to himself:

"Da Ding Ding's girl...I thought Lao Lin was just talking about it, but I didn't expect that he actually did it!"

What a damn old bastard.... You just toss me, and you dare to brag about it with others everywhere?I don’t want to share with you in this life!

I was first brought to her room by Margaret.

Sitting in front of a tall standing mirror, Marguerite cut off my long hair that had been accumulated for five years.

Looking at the mirror, the "I" who looked like a girl.

I'm a little strange, and a little frightened.

In fact, in the past five years, I have rarely had the opportunity to observe my own image like this.

According to the original words of the old bastard:

"The so-called helping her is a beautiful girl who recognizes that she is a boy in her heart. If she fully recognizes her image of a woman from the bottom of her heart, it will be boring... because there is only the kind of cuteness that struggles in her heart. .... It's so exciting.....hehehe..."

Therefore, the old bastard didn't place a mirror in the basement... even any smooth appliance that can reflect the light on the face.

Fortunately.... Otherwise, facing such a cute face all day long, I think I might have had gender cognition disorder already?

"Okay, it's done!" The girl triumphantly patted the hair on her hands, "My sister's craftsmanship is good, how do you feel?"

Hearing the girl's voice, I came to my senses from the trance.

In the mirror, a boy with short black hair and a slightly neutral appearance appeared before my eyes.

For me, this is an even stranger image.

But it is also the real me, the image I will live with in the future.

Thinking of this, I smiled and said to Marguerite:

"Very good, thank you Sister Margaret."

8. What should I do if I tear the women's clothing?

"Haha, I knew Atu you would like it."

Hearing my praise, the girl said happily.

She lowered her head, placed her face flush with me, and said to the mirror:

"Actually, it's not how good my sister's craftsmanship is...mainly because my Attu is so good-looking!"

As she said, Marguerite stretched her hand around me and rubbed her smooth face against my cheek.

"It's worthy of being my Attu, whether it's dressed up as a boy or a girl... it's so cute~"

Marguerite's affectionate behavior caught me off guard, so I stammered:

"Sister...Don't rub, I'm all sweaty and dirty!"

"Neither dirty nor dirty! As long as it is something on Attu's body, my sister will not dislike it~" As she said, the girl put her lips close to my ear again, and said:

"It's better to say... the smell of Attu makes my sister feel more excited~"

After speaking, Margaret's arms around my neck got closer, and she stuck out her tongue and licked her ruddy lips.

Listening to the twitching sound of the girl’s lips and teeth, and the scene reflected in the mirror...

My brain almost stopped thinking.

At this moment, I clearly felt that there was a soft, wet and soft object, which gently "tweeted" on my face.