My queen is rebelling!

A royal council in the palace.

Cohen, dressed in a neat formal suit, sat upright in the first seat, his eyes focused and deep, his demeanor dignified and solemn.

The Queen beside him secretly breathed a sigh of relief and transmitted a message to Cohen:

"Your Majesty is performing well. Just say what my sister taught you later."

A group of ministers discreetly sized up the young king.

Today was originally the day Cohen announced his assumption of power, but those present were well-informed and naturally knew what had happened in the palace a few days ago.

Memory sealed! A king with the mind of a child!

The ministers exchanged glances, considering the impact of this sudden situation on the political situation of the Effien Duchy.

Cohen also looked at the ministers with great interest.

Noticing the sarcastic, indifferent, and disdainful gazes of most of the ministers, he felt even colder in his heart.

Humph, the treacherous officials have all jumped out themselves. When I regain power, I will send you all to the Northern Territory to dig potatoes!

The middle-aged man sitting on the left side said loudly:

"Everyone is already aware of what happened a few days ago. In order to stabilize the regime, everyone must keep it secret. Of course, I have already asked someone to invite the Saint-tier Archmage Viktor from the Central Empire. I believe the magic cast on His Majesty will be lifted soon."

This person was his nominal father-in-law, Duke Angus Angrian, the Prime Minister, well, until recently he was still a Marquis.

Marrying the Queen, becoming the Prime Minister, being granted the title of Duke, this process looks familiar no matter how you look at it.

Angus continued:

"As for the time for His Majesty to take power… my suggestion is to postpone it temporarily. As for how long to postpone it, we will discuss it again after the Saint Archmage Viktor arrives."

As soon as this statement came out, there was a burst of discussion in the cabinet, but everyone tacitly did not refute it.

With the current status of the Angrian family in the court, no one can shake it.

Moreover, more than half of the current cabinet are lackeys of Angrian.

Just as everyone unanimously decided to continue the Queen's regency, a middle-aged man at the end of the table suddenly stood up and said in a cold voice:

"I disagree!"

Cohen's eyes flickered slightly as he looked at the man who spoke. Information about this person appeared in his mind:

The former Chief Minister of the Palace, Earl Snape Middleton, a close advisor and confidant of the late king.

At the same time, the memories of the previous life's game emerged in his mind. During the great turmoil, when the major nobles remained unmoved, Snape was the only minister who personally led the family guards to fight loyally, and finally the entire army was wiped out, dying with Cohen in the royal court.

Cohen sighed softly in his heart, the Corleone family still has loyal subjects!

Angus looked at Snape, who was making trouble, but he was not surprised. He just calmly picked up his teacup and took a sip.

Noticing Angus's actions, a minister not far from him resolutely said:

"Earl Middleton, do you have any different opinions?"

The person who spoke was the new Chief Justice, also Angus's number one lackey, Baron Gore Phillip.

Snape glanced at Gore with disdain and said to Angus:

"Prime Minister, it was agreed before the cabinet meeting that His Majesty would assume power at the age of sixteen. How can it be changed at will!"

Angus lowered his eyes and said indifferently, "In that case, then you can ask His Majesty yourself."

Snape turned to look at Cohen, his scorching gaze almost burning through him.

Cohen sighed softly in his heart and said slowly, as instructed by his sister the Queen:

"Earl, thank you for your suggestion, but I feel that with my current situation, I am not yet able to fully assume power. For the sake of national stability and unity, I hope you can abide by the Prime Minister's decision."

Cohen's words were like a sharp knife, heavily stabbing into Snape's body. The old man who had served the Corleone royal family for thirty years slumped down, as if he had aged a dozen years, and the flame in his eyes was extinguished.

After a long silence, he slammed the table, pushed over his chair, and left the cabinet meeting.

…

Late at night, Cohen changed into a dark robe, his whole body surging with magic power, [Shadowmeld], Ghost Crab activated, disappearing into the palace.

The night swallowed the twilight, and the magic lamp at the entrance of Earl Middleton's mansion suddenly lit up, and the drunken Snape Middleton kicked open the door.

The servant hurried up to greet him: "My lord…"

"Get out!"

Earl Middleton walked towards the bedroom step by step. The Countess had passed away a long time ago, and he had not remarried, dedicating his life to the Corleone royal family.

Muttering vaguely in his mouth:

"Late King, your old servant is incompetent, unable to protect Your Highness, and unable to deal with the wolves of the Angrian family… Your old servant, I'm sorry to you!"

The middle-aged man, who had been through the ups and downs of officialdom, showed signs of decline, and pushed open the bedroom door in a daze.

A cold and stern voice suddenly sounded, causing Earl Middleton's drunkenness to subside by more than half:

"The Late King… is just for saying sorry to?"

Middleton straightened up abruptly, a murderous aura seeping out of him.

Someone had quietly sneaked into his bedroom?

Could it be someone from Angrian?

This wolf cub, is he going to attack me so soon?

The lights suddenly came on, and a handsome and tall figure stood there, his hands behind his back, his facial lines firm and cold, and his eyes filled with sternness.

Seeing the familiar face, Earl Middleton's pupils shook, and he said in disbelief:

"Your… Your Majesty?"

Cohen said indifferently:

"Does the Earl want everyone in the mansion to know that I'm here?"

Earl Middleton immediately silenced, stepped back, called his personal butler, whispered a few words, and then returned to the bedroom.

Earl Middleton's heart was galloping like ten thousand horses, various emotions intertwined, and he looked at Cohen expectantly, his voice trembling:

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, is it really you… Your old servant… Your old servant thought…"

Cohen sighed softly:

"I have a life-saving trump card given to me by my father, memory sealing is useless to me."

Earl Middleton's face showed ecstasy, and then he seemed to think of something and said:

"Since Your Majesty is fine, then why did you say that in court today?"

Cohen shook his head and said, "I can be attacked even in the inner palace, if I don't pretend to be hit, the next time they come will be to take my life."

Earl Middleton sighed:

"Alas, in the end, your old servant is still incompetent. Now Your Majesty is being held hostage by the Angrian family's wolves, and even your own safety cannot be guaranteed!"

Cohen raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Does the Earl suspect that the Prime Minister did it?"

Earl Middleton said excitedly, "Of course it is, besides them, who else would have the ability and motivation?"

Cohen frowned slightly, not dwelling too much on this topic, he continued:

"Alright, I will investigate this matter. I came here overnight because I have something to tell you."

Earl Middleton quickly said, "Please speak, Your Majesty."

Cohen said, "I understood today's court meeting. If I want to take power, it will definitely be a long way off if I don't make some preparations. I need to secretly accumulate some strength now."

Earl Middleton immediately said, "Your Majesty, rest assured, your old servant has several capable subordinates who can help Your Majesty recruit helpers from outside!"

Cohen waved his hand to refuse: "Earl, you are now one of the few royalists. I don't know how many people inside and outside the royal city are watching you. If you come forward, it is estimated that in a few days you will be framed for treason."

Earl Middleton suddenly understood and sighed, "Your Majesty is still considering everything thoroughly."

Cohen continued:

"It's not good to entrust this kind of thing to others, I'll do it myself. I'm looking for you because I need something from your mansion."

Earl Middleton quickly interjected:

"Please speak, Your Majesty!"

"The Black-Veined Mask that your father bestowed upon you."

Earl Middleton said thoughtfully:

"The Black-Veined Mask is a legendary magic item that can conceal aura and change voice. Your Majesty wouldn't want to use this thing to conceal your identity and personally develop power?"

Cohen nodded. Seeing Snape about to speak again, he said directly:

"Earl, you don't have to worry, I know what I'm doing. Moreover, the fact that I can quietly go from the palace to your Earl's mansion already explains a lot."

Snape was slightly dazed. Seeing that Cohen had made a decision, he no longer insisted.

Before long, Snape brought a black mask with strange black patterns engraved on it.

Cohen put it on, and his aura disappeared instantly.

Snape said from the side: "The style and color of the mask can be changed by yourself."

Cohen nodded slightly. With a thought, the "Black-Veined Mask" turned into an ordinary silver mask.

This way, people will not associate it with the "Black-Veined Mask".

Cohen continued: "In addition, I need some absolutely loyal confidants in the palace who can help cover for me when I go out to do things."

Snape nodded:

"This is no problem. Your old servant has been the Chief Minister of the Palace for thirty years. Several guards in the palace are my nephews and can be absolutely trusted."

"In addition, please rest assured, Your Majesty, there are still many loyal ministers in the court who care about the royal family, but they dare not speak out due to the power of the Angrian family. Your old servant will mediate and accumulate strength for Your Majesty in the court!"

Cohen nodded with satisfaction and instructed before leaving:

"There is no need to be too demanding in the court, and there is no need to forcibly oppose the Angrian family. Those who plot the country must first plot their own safety!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"