In the Name of the Queen

Just as William was preparing for the ceremony, several high-ranking ministers were secretly gathering at the home of Finance Minister Smith.

The number of people participating in the gathering far exceeded William's expectations.

Except for him and Wald, almost everyone else was here.

Wald was the Queen's teacher and a staunch royalist, so of course he would not come.

William was the Prime Minister, and he had a lot of political resources at his disposal, so he was qualified to switch sides, but other cabinet ministers were different.

The Minister of Culture and Education asked cautiously, "Are we really not going?"

Several ministers looked at Smith, who was organizing the gathering, and Smith looked at Alban beside him.

Unknowingly, the Minister of Justice had become the backbone of this group of people.

After all, he had the deepest conflict with Her Majesty the Queen, and was most determined to limit the royal power.

Staring at the Minister of Culture and Education, Alben said coldly:

"It's not that we don't want to go, but our country has laws. Unless there is force majeure, the new emperor should ascend the throne in the imperial capital according to the procedures."

"I won't stop you if you want to go. I am a defender of the law, and I won't go."

Alben's firm attitude blocked the waver's mouth.

The other ministers looked at each other, but couldn't help asking: "Then how do we respond?"

"It's very simple, write an open letter, sign it jointly, and urge Her Majesty the Queen to return to the imperial capital to ascend the throne."

Finance Minister Smith was so scared that he stood up on the spot, his lips trembling and dared not speak.

Writing a letter privately to invite the Queen to come back is a discussion, and using an open letter to urge the Queen to come back is a tearing of the face.

This is publicly accusing the Queen of violating the laws of the ancestors and doing things outside.

His little heart was beating wildly, and he even regretted inviting Alben, an extremist, to come.

He just wanted power, not to rebel.

His ideas coincided with those of many ministers.

Soon someone opposed it.

"Alben, writing an open letter is forcing the emperor to abdicate. Is that appropriate?"

Alben looked at the speaker with disdain and said coldly: "Everyone, this is a life-and-death struggle. Does anyone still fantasize about switching sides now?"

"Well, please."

He made a gesture of invitation, and everyone else was silent.

More than a year ago, switching sides might have had a chance to keep the power and position, but now it is too late.

Queen Sylph established a team overseas and formed a team in the name of the Governor's Office.

All ministers in the cabinet have backups overseas.

This means that as long as the queen ascends the throne and takes power, they will have to get out.

Yes, they have no way out, they can only bite the bullet and fight the queen to the end.

Even if Sylph ascends the throne abroad, can she never return to the imperial capital for the rest of her life?

When she comes back, it will be the final battle.

The ministers present are all old politicians. As long as the queen enters their home court, they have plenty of ways to undermine the imperial power.

Emperor is just a title, and strength is power.

Since it was His Majesty who rebelled first, don't blame them for being disloyal.

The secret meeting at the Minister of Finance's house lasted until late at night. After some bargaining and debate, the cabinet ministers finally reached an agreement.

In the name of the cabinet and the government, the empress was invited to return to the imperial capital to ascend the throne.

This open letter was written flawlessly. From beginning to end, it did not mention the fault of Sylph not returning, but instead told the glorious history and long tradition of the empire.

Since the previous emperors basically ascended the throne in the imperial capital, the new emperor should not destroy the tradition.

This is the law of the ancestors and the rule of the empire.

The emperor's failure to abide by the rules has dealt a huge blow to the prestige of the empire.

This is also the key to their counterattack against Sylph.

In fact, many of them admire Sylph's achievements in overseas for a year, and are willing to admit that she is a promising and wise monarch.

But they are not the same kind of people.

Having tasted the sweetness of power, it is really impossible for them to go back and drink boiled water.

Being indifferent to fame and fortune is a rare virtue, not a basic quality that everyone has.

After the party, Alben turned up his collar and got on the carriage.

When he left, he looked back at the finance minister standing at the door to see him off, and Alben waved goodbye to him.

When the carriage curtain was lowered, Alben's smile disappeared instantly, replaced by indifference.

A bunch of idiots.

The brains corrupted by power are gone.

He secretly thanked himself for getting on Queen Sylph's last train through Roland.

If he hadn't gotten on the train, he would be almost the same as Smith now, and his scheming would eventually become a joke.

Roland could take in Norton, so is there any need to ask about Smith's ending?

Thinking of this guy's greedy style of behavior, Alben sighed and shrugged, but the corners of his lips couldn't help but rise.

Although the queen didn't explain, he knew his mission, to expose those wavering and rebels hiding in the dark.

Dissidents have already appeared.

Smith is one, and so is Winston. The end of these diehards will not be good.

Alben suddenly thought of another person, William.

He originally thought that William would definitely fall, and he could take his place.

However, William was also very cunning, and there was a sign of changing sides.

It was really hateful that the cabinet was still resisting, and he, the prime minister, surrendered first?

Standing on the deck of the new Sovereign, Sif felt the horror of this giant ship firsthand.

She murmured softly, "What is the displacement of this ship?"

"Standard displacement is 11,235 tons, and full load displacement is about 13,500 tons." Roland, who was standing behind her, reported the data skillfully.

"Great."

Sif opened her arms, facing the sea breeze and the morning sun, smiling like a flower.

"Roland, can this ship not be called Sovereign?"

"Of course, this is your car, you have the right to name it." Roland responded calmly and somewhat disapprovingly.

It's just the name of the ship, it doesn't matter if it's called Queen Sylph.

Sylph pondered for a long time and slowly said: "How about calling it Endeavour?"

Endeavour? It sounds like a famous aircraft carrier in a certain world.

"This name is good, I support it!"

Looking at Sylph's bright smile, Roland didn't want to ruin her good mood, but some things should be done.

He took out a document and handed it to Sylph.

"An open letter from the imperial capital, urging you to go back."

Sylph took the open letter, smiled and read it, and her expression gradually solidified.

"They made their choice after all, but I don't know how many people were coerced. They didn't come to the coronation ceremony, and they didn't want to come."

Roland didn't persuade her.

Some things must be faced by her.

This is the cruelty of political struggle.

Sylph raised her beautiful bare hand, and the open letter drifted away with the sea breeze and disappeared into the ocean.

"Great, I don't have to worry about that. Except for Mr. Walder, Prime Minister William and Mr. Alban, everyone else can retire."

After a pause, she thought of someone and smiled and said, "Of course, I arranged a gift from the Golden Kite for Mr. Smith."

Roland certainly knew what the gift from the Golden Kite was.

The guillotine that Alina gave to Sif.

Supervised by Marco, quality guaranteed.

Since someone doesn't want to be decent, then don't be decent.

The gallows is for gentlemen, and the heads of those who are not decent must be moved.