Noble Emblem

1035 Untitled

Desire is the soil where ambition grows, while power and wealth are the catalysts. For the first time, Claire felt that she might be able to go a step further, for example, think about that more special position.

He always thought that his father was a weak person, but now it seems that he is the weak one. Although my father is not very capable, at least his soul is brave and full of compulsion.

Returning to the manor, Claire found her mother. Looking at this woman who was slightly beautiful but already looked a little old and decrepit, a trace of tenderness slipped through his eyes: "Mom, I want to ask my grandparents, who are they?" What is your identity?"

"They are just ordinary businessmen." There was a hint of shame on the woman's face: "I know what you are thinking, why can I, the daughter of a businessman, marry your father, and he only has me as the only woman in his life? Actually? I don’t know very well, so I can only think of him as your father, he really loves me.”

Looking at his mother with a sweet smile and a hint of nostalgia and sadness, he felt that it was better to keep the fact that his mother was the king's illegitimate daughter a secret.

Give her a little more time to be happy.

"Yes, father is really good to you." Claire smiled and said, "During my illness, my mother worked hard."

The woman was a little surprised why her son said this. In the past, her son didn't like to show his feelings.

But no matter what, harmony between relatives is a good thing after all, and she didn't go into it too deeply.

After chatting for a few more words, Claire returned to his room. He refused the maid's service and lay on the bed alone, turning to look at the night sky outside.

I don't know when, the dark clouds have dispersed, and a bright moon hangs in the sky, shining on the earth.

After knowing her true identity, knowing her father's forbearance back then, and knowing Earl Billy's true attitude, Claire felt that the heavy stone on her body had disappeared at some point.

Maybe, I can actually do something.

He thought about it, opened the expensive white paper, and wrote down his ideas and plans for the future.

Before she knew it, it was daylight, but Claire still didn't feel sleepy. Instead, he felt a little hungry and was about to ask someone to bring breakfast when there was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

The butler came in, bowed first, and then said solemnly: "Master, Prince Bowens sent someone over and asked you to come over immediately."

Claire was stunned for a moment, then understood something, and a very strange smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

When he arrived at the manor where the prince was, he heard the prince roaring inside before he entered the door.

"You guys are all idiots and trash. Others came into my room and made me like this, but you didn't react at all. Do you want to take my head away too, so that you can be happy? !”

Claire was a little strange. The door was open. When he went in, he saw Prince Bowens at first sight, and then his mouth grew louder. In the end, he almost laughed out loud. Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough and suppressed his laughter. smile.

But because of this, his cheeks throbbed. After all, it is quite difficult to hold back laughter.

Prince Bowens, with a shiny bald head, turned his face, looked at Claire, and shouted angrily: "Laugh if you want, don't hold it in so hard."

By this time, Claire had regained his breath, and he said angrily: "Who is it? Who did it? Your Highness, tell me, and I will help you kill him immediately."

"What if I say the Pope did it?" Bowens said darkly.

Claire suddenly laughed awkwardly.

After taking a few deep breaths, Prince Bowens sat down and drove away the few bosses responsible for the security of the manor. Finally, he poured himself some white powder, put it on the paper, picked it up and put it on the table. He took a breath from his nose.

When the powder entered his nose, the prince sighed intoxicatedly, then opened his eyes and said, "Claire, if I ask you to find a way to kill Celia, will you be willing?"

Claire already understood what was going on, but he still pretended to be surprised and said, "Prince, didn't you just say yesterday that you were becoming more and more interested in her and that you wanted her to be your princess?"

"I don't dare to want a woman who is bold and uncontrollable." The prince touched his bald head and felt even more resentful in his heart. He knew that from today on, he would become even more of a joke among the nobles, and he didn't know who else would be in the future. , how they would laugh at him in private.

Claire felt a little happy in his heart, but more out of admiration. He felt more and more that Celia was a good woman, and she was not even willing to be a princess. If she were an ordinary noble woman, she would definitely give it a try even though she knew the possibility was slim.

If she became the king, would she be the queen?

This thought suddenly came to Claire's mind, and then he felt his lips were a little dry. He looked into the prince's eyes and narrowed them slightly.

"Let me ask you, are you willing to find a way to kill her?"

Claire thought for a while and said awkwardly: "His Royal Highness Prince Bowens, Celia saved my life."

"Forget it, forget it. I know you are useless." The prince waved his hand irritably: "Go away."

Claire walked out of the room with a flattering smile, and then his face gradually turned cold.

In the North County Monastery, Beta looked at Monica amusedly: "I didn't expect you to be so naughty as to shave the prince's head."

"You're not lazy." Monica first laughed and took credit, and then said with a sinister smile: "This can not only vent my anger, but also warn that useless prince that his head will be destroyed." I can take it off anytime."

Beta was quite sure of Monica's approach. In this case, killing the prince was a very unfavorable choice. Although he is a fleeing prince, he is a symbol of the royal family after all. If he dies in Monica's hands, not only will Monica become the target of public criticism, but it will also make the already turbid 'water' even more... Like mud.

"I guess those archbishops, after hearing the news, will start to be unable to sit still."

Sure enough, just as Beta finished speaking, the guards of the temple came over to report that several archbishops had united and invited Monica to come over.

"They panicked." Holding the invitation, Monica waved it proudly.

"I'm panicking, but I'm also putting pressure on you. I want to unite to put pressure on you." Beta stood up: "I'll go with you to protect you. To prevent them from being cruel."

"Really?" Monica's eyes flashed with clear light: "Are you worried about me?"