My queen is rebelling!

In the dense forest, sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, forming patches of golden light.

Several royal guards clad in dark, close-fitting attire were concealed among the trees, their figures blending with the mottled light and shadows.

Their hawk-like gazes were fixed on a young nobleman not far away, who was dressed in ornate hunting attire and riding a white steed.

Saxon Cromwell, the third prince of the Ceylon Kingdom and third in line to the throne, wore a hat adorned with exquisite feathers, his slightly pale face radiating coldness.

A delicate hunting knife was fastened to his waist, and he held a longbow in his hand, followed by a group of well-trained hounds.

The gentle breeze of the royal hunting grounds lightly brushed his face, stirring his golden hair, as Saxon lightly patted the white horse, increasing its speed.

Soon, a lithe stag appeared in the bushes not far away.

Saxon perked up, his eyes becoming focused and sharp, quickly drawing back the bowstring and aiming at the stag.

With a "whoosh," the arrow flew out, hitting its target squarely.

"Exquisite skill!"

Andre offered a lukewarm compliment from the side.

Andre bowed slightly and said calmly:

"For ordinary nobles, yes."

Saxon could almost foresee what the other party was about to say, and waving his hand, he said:

"Very well, Sir, I understand."

Andre ceased speaking, a hint of contempt flashing in his pupils.

Saxon put away his bow and arrow, gazing into the distance, lowering his voice as he asked:

"Sir, how are the arrangements at Effiein?

When are we going to make our move?

I can't wait to storm into Florence and seize their queen!"

Andre silently calculated for a moment in his heart, also lowering his voice:

"It will probably take another ten months."

Saxon was slightly surprised and asked:

"Why does it still take so long?

Shouldn't the original plan be close to starting?"

Andre replied calmly:

"That's the plan, but the 'War of the Six Saints' that shocked the continent some time ago has brought some obstacles to our plan.

In that battle, the astonishing strength displayed by Queen Effiein, as well as the 'Lord of Shadows' who could provoke a war between saints and legends, has made many people hesitant about whether they can successfully conquer Effiein.

For example, the Grand Duke of Effiein's Southern Territory has been slow to make a final decision."

Saxon said somewhat irritably:

"A bunch of cowardly fellows who only drag their feet.

Can't we just go it alone?"

A strange light flashed in Andre's eyes, somewhat surprised by Saxon's arrogance and stupidity.

Could this pampered prince, who had not suffered any setbacks, really think that he could conquer Effiein, which had been passed down for thousands of years, with his three thousand 【Oaths of Ceylon】!

Why hadn't he noticed that this kid was so arrogant and conceited before?

Perhaps it was because Effiein's queen was involved, causing Saxon to lose his ability to think?

Does this woman have so much charm?

Or is Saxon still remembering the humiliation and hatred from the noble martial arts competition, when he tried to flirt with her but was severely taught a lesson?

A pensive look appeared in Andre's eyes.

The reason why it was taking so long was because "Black Tomb" had suffered heavy losses in the Battle of Effiein, with the entire Northwest Branch wiped out.

In the plans of Prince Sasso and Andre, "Black Tomb" was also an important part of conquering Effiein, and many key actions still relied on the assassins of 'Black Tomb'.

Now he had received news that the "Salesman" had returned to the Northwest Continent, preparing to rebuild the Northwest Branch.

He had to wait until the "Black Tomb" Northwest Branch was re-established before launching the operation.

But he naturally couldn't tell Saxon the real reason.

In any case, he still had to coax this "agent" whom he and Prince Sasso had high hopes for.

Andre considered his words for a moment, and his voice rang out unhurriedly:

"Your Highness's main battlefield is ultimately still in the country.

If the losses are too great in order to attack Effiein, it will ultimately be detrimental to the future battle for the throne.

To say something harsh, since His Majesty failed to break through to Legend, his health has deteriorated day by day.

Power has basically been delegated to several crown princes and powerful nobles in the country.

When that day really comes!"

Andre's voice became colder than ever before:

"How much effect will His Majesty's will have?"

Hearing Andre's words, a trace of horror and faint excitement appeared in Saxon's eyes. His father had always been a towering hero in his heart.

The five words "Royal orders are inviolable" were deeply imprinted in his blood.

He had always felt that vying for the throne was about winning his father's appreciation. As long as he could gain his father's support and affirmation, nothing else mattered.

But today, Andre's words seemed to open up a new path for him, as if opening a door and seeing a path he had never imagined.

Andre's lips curled slightly, continuing to coax him:

"To take a step back, what if His Majesty's will doesn't have Your Highness's name on it... we still have a chance to turn the tables!"

Saxon stared fixedly at this trusted advisor, teacher, and strategist, as if he were seeing him in a new light.

The next sentence that came out of Andre's mouth suddenly made Saxon feel a palpitation and a chill all over his body:

"Your Highness, throughout history, how many emperors and kings have personally written their own wills!"

Saxon seemed to have something stuck in his throat, unable to speak.

After a long time, he murmured:

"Then in that case, what is the point of our so-called order of succession?"

Andre chuckled lightly, casting his gaze towards the vast forest, his voice seeming to drift over from a distant place:

"Your Highness, do you know which in line the king before the last, that is, your great-grandfather, was before he ascended the throne?"

Saxon blurted out without thinking:

"First in line!

From a young age, my great-grandfather showed abilities beyond ordinary people, so he was determined to be the first in line to the throne early on, until he inherited the throne."

Andre narrowed his eyes slightly and said slowly:

"Where did Your Highness learn that from?"

Saxon replied as a matter of course:

"The court teachers said so, including the late king and my father, they have always taught us this way since we were young.

Also, the history textbooks in schools across the country all write this way..."

Saxon's voice trailed off as he spoke, because he saw Andre's gaze, which was both smiling and not smiling.

His expression froze, as if he had suddenly thought of something, a cold wind went straight from his chest to his forehead, and a look of shock appeared in his eyes.

Not too stupid!

Andre chuckled and said:

"Even if I don't say some things, Your Highness will eventually know them after inheriting the throne in the future.

Well, your great-grandfather, that is, the origin of your lineage of royalty, initially did not even enter the line of succession!"

These words were like a thunderclap in Saxon's ears.

Andre's voice was low and powerful, continuing to state the sealed history:

"In fact, your great-grandfather was not even a prince.

According to blood relations, he should have been the king's cousin beyond three generations of the Ceylon Kingdom at that time.

Relying on his relatively good cultivation talent, he was granted a second-class royal guard position.

Later, the king suffered from Qi Deviation due to cultivation and became seriously ill.

Our mortal enemy, the Windwhisper Kingdom, also took advantage of the situation, and the country fell into chaos for a time.

During the decade-long turmoil, your great-grandfather gradually grasped the real power of the entire country with his extraordinary courage and ability.

Before long, your great-grandfather was determined to be the first in line to the throne.

Coincidentally, on the night the decree of the first in line to the throne was issued, the king suddenly passed away!"

Saxon opened his mouth wide, a look of confusion and fear appearing on his face, trembling:

"This... how is this possible?

Why don't I know anything about this period of history?

Why isn't there a single clue?

Also, are there no families left by the founding heroes who have been passed down for thousands of years in the country who know about this?"

Saxon thought that their lineage had always been the direct descendants of the founding lineage of the Ceylon Kingdom, the orthodox royal descendants, and he never expected that he would be the descendant of a traitorous subject.

According to Andre's description, his great-grandfather was undoubtedly a traitorous subject who usurped the throne.

Andre said lightly:

"What is history?

Just a prostitute to be played with.

When the state machine called "public power" starts to operate, any clue can be perfectly concealed.

History can be tampered with, memories can be distorted, the truth can be buried, and those who know will obediently shut up, either voluntarily or passively!

As for those families of founding heroes?"

A sneer appeared on Andre's lips:

"For them, it's just a matter of changing a master!

Thousands of years have passed, and at the time of the founding, the glory and oaths of their ancestors have long been thrown to the back of their minds!

As long as their status is not affected, as long as they still hold power, as long as the family continues to be passed down, they don't care whether it's their son who is the king or their nephew who is the king!

For them, real benefits are much more important than those illusory oaths and promises!"

Looking at Saxon's unbelievable gaze, Andre changed the subject and suddenly let out a few inexplicable laughs:

"Actually, it's not that no one objected.

That 'Guardian Sword' that His Majesty bestowed on Your Highness, do you still remember it?"

Saxon nodded.

Andre chuckled:

"Why doesn't Your Highness think about why His Majesty would bestow a sword that was the personal weapon of a founding marshal, something that can be called a national treasure, to a prince?

This sword was given to the royal family by the founding marshal, and it is a symbol of national revolution. How can it be granted to a private individual?

Also, has Your Highness ever seen the descendants of this founding marshal!"

Saxon frowned tightly and fell into deep thought.

He hadn't thought much about it before, thinking that it was his father's recognition of him.

But after Andre's reminder, he did find it inappropriate.

The sword of the founding marshal, a cultural relic with great symbolic significance, should not be given away so easily as a gift.

Saxon looked at Andre, waiting for the other party's explanation.

Andre said in a deep voice:

“Because during your great-grandfather's reign, the family that inherited the title of founding marshal chose to steadfastly uphold the rule of the orthodox royal family and stood on the opposite side of your great-grandfather.

Later, it goes without saying that since your great-grandfather successfully ascended the throne, it meant that all people and forces that hindered him were swept into the trash heap of history.

This sword, which was given to the orthodox royal family by the founding marshal, was also taken by your great-grandfather and collected as a trophy.

Until he bestowed it upon you!”

Saxon's face was full of shock. After a long daze, he slowly recovered and asked in a deep voice:

“Why does the gentleman know so much?!”

Andre sneered inwardly. Could the change of power in the kingdom be hidden from others, but not from the five great empires?

He said indifferently:

“Your Highness also knows that I graduated from the Royal Academy of the Eastern Region Empire.

More precisely, I graduated from the Historical Academy of the Royal Academy.

My teacher's main research direction is the history of the northwestern countries.

A kingdom-level country does have a great influence on the human continent, but it definitely cannot influence an empire!”

Saxon slowly exhaled, seemingly having digested the content Andre had described. He nodded and said:

“I understand, sir.

Then everything will still be according to your plan. Let's give Effien ten more months to linger on.”

Suddenly being given a popular history lesson by Andre about the family's inglorious origins, and revealing the bloody truth about power and the throne, Saxon felt a violent impact on his mind, and he no longer had the desire to continue hunting.

He packed up his hunting gear and instructed the guards to pack up and return to the city.

He returned to his luxurious carriage, where the pair of beautiful twin lovers were looking at him affectionately.

Saxon immediately felt his injured heart greatly comforted. With a wave of his hand, he said to the guards outside:

“The usual place, Dynasty Club!”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

The carriage, pulled by three legendary three-legged dragon snakes, traveled very fast.

Before long, Saxon's convoy had arrived at the "Dynasty Club" located in the most prosperous section of Quesang.

This is the most favored den of extravagance for the nobles of Quesang.

Saxon helped his two female companions out of the car and looked at Andre beside him, saying:

“Sir, have a meal together before you leave. Regarding what happened just now, I still have some thoughts I want to discuss with you.”

Andre did not refuse and followed Saxon into the door.

The first floor is a public leisure area, providing uninterrupted food and drinks 24 hours a day.

As soon as Saxon entered the door, he saw many familiar faces, all of whom were the children of Quesang officials and nobles.

Everyone greeted Saxon enthusiastically.

This enthusiasm came from the heart, because the generous Third Prince often paid the bill for the entire "Dynasty Club".

Today, Saxon, impacted by Andre's words, decided to spread some wealth to calm his nerves.

With a wave of his hand, he said loudly:

“Everyone, have fun today. All expenses will be charged to my account!”

However, after Saxon finished speaking, there were no usual praises and gratitude such as "The Third Prince is generous!", "Thank you, Your Highness!", "Your Highness is truly benevolent!"

Everyone stared at Saxon with a strange look.

Saxon frowned, grabbed a staff member beside him, and asked:

“What's wrong?”

The staff member quickly bowed and said:

“Your Highness, our big boss has come today and is entertaining distinguished guests.

He has already announced that tonight's consumption will be free.”

Saxon was secretly suspicious. The big boss of the Dynasty Club?

Julian Singer?

What level of distinguished guest could make this big boss personally entertain and generously waive the consumption of the entire venue?

Saxon quickly thought of the rumor in the city that Julian Singer's backer was his second brother, Charles Saxon, the second in line to the throne.

Could this distinguished guest be him?

Saxon could hardly restrain his curiosity and said to the staff member:

“Oh, Julian is here.

This prince spends money here all day long, and he can be considered an old customer. Why didn't he say hello when he came?

Where is he? Take me to see him!”

The staff member really wanted to say, "Our boss came first, why should he say hello to you?"

However, as a low-level service staff, he could not disobey the order of a prince and had to lead the way.

Andre, hearing this, also showed curiosity. He was also very interested in this mysterious catering tycoon.

The two came to the outside of a spacious private room under the guidance of the staff member.

Saxon didn't even knock on the door and directly pushed the door open and walked in.

As soon as he entered the door, Saxon felt his eyes light up. A graceful and beautiful young woman immediately appeared in his field of vision.

The other party's appearance was secondary. The inherent elegance and nobility in the woman's bones made him involuntarily sink into it.

For a moment, he was stunned. When did such a top-quality woman appear in the capital? It was really rare!

Saxon was secretly shocked. Could the distinguished guest Julian was entertaining be her?

Immediately afterwards, he saw a scene that disappointed him greatly.

He found that a stranger of equally extraordinary temperament was sitting next to this woman, and the latter was intimately peeling shrimp shells for the woman.

It was not difficult to see the relationship between the two from their intimate actions.

Saxon secretly sighed, it already has an owner!

Moving his gaze again, Julian Singer's familiar face came into view.

At this time, hearing the movement, the three people in the room stopped their movements and turned their attention to the person at the door.

Cohen looked calmly at this Third Prince who had been painstakingly trying to deal with Effien and himself.

Cohen was not wearing a mask at this time.

After all, to meet with the Crown Prince of a dignified kingdom, covering one's face would easily arouse suspicion.

He specially asked the senior intelligence officer, Mefis, for advice on the art of disguise.

After a simple disguise, he and Mefis waited here for Saxon to appear.

As expected, Saxon took the initiative to come to the door after hearing that Julian was entertaining a mysterious distinguished guest.

Then there was the cold and stern middle-aged face behind Saxon, which Cohen recognized at a glance!

Xia Zuo Tang's political secretary and chief intelligence officer of the Eastern Region Empire, Andre Ian!

Code name "East Fox"!

He was also the mastermind behind Effien's scheme and the destruction of the Corleone royal family in the previous game!

Finally met, the fighting spirit in Cohen's eyes flashed away.

Julian saw Saxon push the door open, a surprised expression appeared on his face, then he stood up and gave a respectful salute, saying:

“Greetings, Third Highness!

The people below are really getting worse and worse at doing things!

When Your Highness comes, no one reported it to me. Please forgive me.”

Saxon waved his hand and said:

“Never mind them, I just arrived and heard that Baron was entertaining distinguished guests, so I was curious and barged in.

I hope you don't mind.”

Julian's face immediately showed a flattered smile, and he said repeatedly:

“Your Highness's words make me afraid to answer.”

Saying that, he patted his head annoyedly and said:

“Look at me, getting old, my head is confused. Your Highness, please come in quickly.

And this gentleman, presumably is Mr. Andre, I have long admired your name!”

Saxon smiled slightly at Cohen and the two, without the airs of a crown prince of a country.

People who don't know Saxon would definitely think he is a good prince who is courteous and approachable.

Julian ordered his servants to arrange tableware and chairs for Saxon and Andre, and re-served some fresh dishes.

After everyone was seated, Julian introduced to Saxon:

“I haven't introduced it to the Third Highness and Mr. Andre yet. This is Lord Yahn, from the 'Scarlet Lips' trading company of the Eastern Region Empire, and is a senior executive of the trading company.

This is his wife, Miss Misha.”

Mefis also used a pseudonym, which is a combination of her name and her sister's name, Melantha.

Hearing Cohen's identity, Saxon was slightly surprised.

The "Scarlet Lips" trading company is the largest luxury goods trading company in the Pan-Continent, taking the high-end route and focusing on various rare treasures.

The target customers are the socialites, noble ladies, and children of nobles from various countries.

Most importantly, it is said that "Scarlet Lips" is supported by the direct royal family of the Eastern Region Empire and is a veritable royal industry.

The influence is very huge.

Saxon immediately put away the small thoughts in his heart. It is better to befriend such a level of figure.

As for Andre next to him, a look of curiosity also appeared on his face.

Andre is a proper Eastern Region Empire person.

Naturally, he also knows that the so-called "Scarlet Lips" is actually Princess Grace, who personally handles it.

That is a fat piece of meat, and the rich profits every year make his real master, Prince Xia Zuo, can't help but want to get involved.

Unfortunately, he was ruthlessly rejected by Grace.

Therefore, he also became interested in this young man from "Scarlet Lips".

Julian's introduction continued:

“Lord Yahn, there is no need for me to introduce this one.

Our Third Prince of the Ceylon Kingdom.

This gentleman beside him is the Third Highness's court teacher and is highly valued by His Highness.”

Cohen took Mefis and stood up to salute, and Saxon and Andre returned the salute.

After everyone was seated again, they began some polite greetings.

After some unnutritious and bland flattery, Saxon couldn't help but be the first to speak, saying:

“The noble couple has come all the way to our Ceylon Kingdom, are you here for sightseeing?

If you don't mind, I can be a tour guide for you.”

Cohen's mouth curled slightly, and he said with a smile:

“Third Highness is too polite.”

He glanced at Julian and then said:

“Actually, there is nothing to hide. Baron is preparing to hold an auction and wrote to me asking me to bring a few treasures to give him some face.

It just so happened that my wife also wanted to come out and take a look, so we came along!”