Outright Favoritism

   Chapter 761 An Oolong

   Prince George tilted his head to look at Weston, with an expression of dissatisfaction, "If I am not here, how can I see you judge the archbishop in public?"

  Weston laughed awkwardly, looked at Shang Yu visibly, bowed, "I really don't know that you are the archbishop, and I haven't seen you in these years...this is really a misunderstanding."

  The man pressed his thin lips, but he said nothing.

  And Crown Prince George lowered his eyebrows, pondered for a few seconds, and cautiously exhorted: “It’s excusable if you don’t know it, but next time remember not to be so impulsive, otherwise it will make people read the joke.”

  These words not only preserved the dignity of the royal family, but also gave a step to the second crown prince of Weston.

  Weston looked ashamed and nodded, "What you taught."

  It looks like brother, friend and respectful.

  But the nobles at the scene know that the throne battle has long since entered a fever.

  Such harmony is nothing but a means to maintain the face of the royal family.

  At this time, Prince George turned his eyes and saw Xiao Yehui, he pursed his lips and smiled, "Duke Childman doesn't seem to know the archbishop, so I happen to introduce you to you."

  Xiao Yehui had already recovered from the previous surprise, and raised his eyebrows, joking in a gentle voice: "The archbishop is too mysterious, otherwise he wouldn't have caused this oolong today."

  Shang Yu looked at Xiao Yehui with deep eyes, smoothing the folds of his cuffs slowly, "Oolong? Isn't it a "gift" specially prepared for me."

  "If it's a gift, how could it be so sloppy."

  Xiao Yehui asked ridiculously, as if the sudden situation tonight had nothing to do with him.

   Crown Prince George was keenly aware of the undercurrent between the two, and stepped forward, like a kind elder, to complete the field, "Since it is a misunderstanding, just solve it."

  The onlookers stared attentively, and everyone looked at Shang Yu with reverence on their faces.

  The church leader of the House of Lords, the mysterious lords of the parish, was contemptuously mocked by them in the first second, and the next second he became the archbishop who could crown the nobles.

  This reversal is too unpredictable, and it has made many people unable to recover for a long time.

  Unexpectedly, Prince George was just about to invite everyone to sit down, and the accompanying knight came from the corner holding the phone.

  He bowed his head and whispered a few words, Prince George looked at him with a serious expression, took the phone and walked to the back of the high table.

  During this period, no one said anything.

  Only Shang Yu pulled Li Qiao back into his seat, unaffected by the outside world.

  Not long after, Prince George turned back. He returned the phone to the knight, walked over to the man, and asked suspiciously: "Do you know Prince Wu Lu?"

  That is the most important prince in the diplomatic relations between Britain and Myanmar.

Shang Yu raised his eyebrows, "What?"

  Prince George pulled off the chair and greeted the others to sit down. Then he said: “Prince Wu Lu just asked us through the Embassy of Myanmar to protect you politically. Did you ask for it?”

  The man lowered his eyelashes and looked sideways at Li Qiao who had been silent for a long time.

  He didn't speak, but a smile was hidden under his eyes.

  Li Qiao lowered her head and fiddled with her nails, staring at him as if she hadn't seen her.

  No one but Li Qiao can ask the prince to issue a political protection order.

  How shrewd Prince George is, he can understand the clues after a little examination.

  He nodded to himself, "It seems... it's another misunderstanding."

  It’s just that there are a lot of misunderstandings tonight.

  Because he had just sat down for less than five minutes, the accompanying knight sent on the phone again with a weird expression.

   Prince George gave him a slightly unpleasant glance, did not avoid him, held the phone to his ear, "What's wrong?"

The people at the    side reported tremblingly, “His Royal Highness, I don’t know what’s going on, the encrypted data of our aristocracy...all have been stolen.”

  　 Sorry, I’m late.

  (End of this chapter)