Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

"Your Majesty, what's going on?"

Yannick asked, looking at George VI lying unconscious on the hospital bed. There was a needle inserted into the back of George VI's hand, and an infusion seemed to be some kind of nutrient solution. The whole person looked haggard, as if he might die at any time. Yannick knew that George VI suffered from severe lung cancer due to long-term smoking. Not just lung cancer, the stress of war took a serious toll on George VI's health. He also suffered from other diseases such as arteriosclerosis and thromboangiitis obliterans, and finally died of coronary thrombosis. But that was 1952, and there was no such thing as unconsciousness during this time period.

Queen Elizabeth hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I accidentally fell down and hit the back of my head."

"Is it true?" Seeing Yannick's doubtful eyes staring at her suspiciously, Queen Elizabeth sighed and said as if a jar had been broken. "I pushed him down."

"Ah?" Yannick couldn't help but open his mouth in surprise. "Why"

Queen Elizabeth glanced at George VI on the bed, a trace of resentment flashed in her eyes, and she glared at Yannick fiercely. "At that time, I had morning sickness, and he knew what was going on. He called me a bitch and a whore, and even whipped me with a belt. I couldn't bear it anymore, so I pushed him. It was just a slap, really. It occurred to me that he was unsteady on his feet, hit the back of his head on the head of the bed when he fell, and then fell unconscious."

"..." After hearing these words, Yannick couldn't help but feel a little ashamed. He didn't expect that the butterfly effect he caused would be so big. "I'm sorry, Your Majesty."

Queen Elizabeth said coldly. "If you are truly sorry, please don't harass me again."

Yannick glanced at her bulging belly subconsciously, was glared at again, and smiled awkwardly. "I try my best."

Queen Elizabeth sighed, with a hint of pleading in her tone. "Please also ask Your Highness to show mercy to Britain."

Yannick also hopes that Britain will surrender obediently, but given the racial nature of this nation, this idea is very naive. They are different from the French. Although the French are arrogant and stubborn, they absolutely bully the weak and fear the strong, adding insult to injury, but if they really put it on the table, they know that they cannot defeat their enemies. The ones who yell are the happiest, domineering, and really use their hands, which is bullshit. With a good whipping, the French know how to submit better than anyone in Europe.

As for Britain, a country that is naturally rebellious and specializes in conspirators, it cannot relax at any time and must keep the key points of this country firmly in its hands.

Anne asked impatiently as soon as she got into the car after leaving Buckingham Palace. "Your Highness, Queen Elizabeth is not really pregnant with your child, is she?"

Yannick smiled bitterly. "She didn't deny it, but I don't know if it's true. I can only wait until the child is born for identification."

"What if it's true?"

Yannick shrugged. "What can we do? Do you recognize me? Then the British people must be crazy? At most, they can accept me as their godson or goddaughter."

While talking, the motorcade arrived at Churchill Manor.

Also known as Blenheim Palace, it is a ducal palace built by Queen Anne of England to reward John Churchill, the first Duke of Marlborough, who defeated the French and Bavarian invasion forces in 1704. Blenheim Palace draws inspiration from all aspects and is the only Baroque building in Britain that is neither owned by the royal family nor a religious building but is called a palace. Owned by the Duke of Marlborough, this country mansion is one of the largest in Britain.

When the Duke chose this mansion, he first looked at a wide river valley called Grim, which together with other tributaries formed a swamp. Architect John Vanbrugh advocated building a large arch bridge over the river, with the main bridge's arch being 31 meters wide.

Construction work began in 1708, but was not completed due to the high cost. The Duchess objected to the construction of an arched bridge over the river, so a simple bridge was built to connect Blenheim Palace to the pasture. The garden must be designed in harmony with the surrounding natural landscape. In 1764, the Marlborough family handed over the important task of building Blenheim Palace to the famous garden designer Lancelot Brown. Brown believes that garden design should be integrated with the natural scenery and should not leave traces of artificial modification. He built a dike on the Glim River to create a large body of water, so under the bridge there were two lakes with curved edges.

Everyone was led by the housekeeper to Churchill's bedroom.

"I want to meet him alone. You guys wait here." Leaving everyone behind, Yannick walked into the bedroom and saw Churchill half leaning on the bed.

Anyone who has seen photos of Churchill when he was young knows that the young Churchill looked like a prince, wearing exquisite clothes and expressing his elegance and connotation to the fullest! But after middle age, Churchill looked like a nouveau riche. He was obese, had a big belly, his hair was slightly bald, and even gave people an unreasonable and vicious look. Maybe this is the so-called face comes from the heart.

At this time, Churchill was so thin that he was almost inhuman shape. The corner of his mouth was slightly tilted to the left, and from time to time a stream of saliva would drip out, dripping on the napkin hanging on his chest. His left eyelid drooped weakly, as if he hadn't opened it. When he saw Yannick walking in, his right eye revealed There was a trace of light coming out, and his breathing became a little faster.

"This seems to be the first time we have met, Your Excellency Prime Minister Churchill. I believe you know who I am, so I don't need any introduction." Although I heard about Churchill's condition before coming here, I didn't expect it to be so serious. . Yannick couldn't help but sigh twice. "You see, why are you doing this? Is this the result you warmongers want?"

Yannick pulled up a chair and sat down, minding his own business and continuing. "Times are advancing and society is developing. Those who cannot keep up with the times will eventually be eliminated. The British Empire has sat on the throne at the top of the world for hundreds of years. It is time for someone else to sit on it."

After nagging a lot, Yannick looked at the clock and stood up. "I have to go. I have too much to do and I am a bit overwhelmed. I wish you a speedy recovery, Lord Churchill. You will also appear before the European Military Tribunal for trial soon. The remaining members of the War Cabinet have already reached an agreement Agreement, they will appear in court to accuse you of war crimes. In order to save their own lives, they have used a lot of chips. Tsk tsk, you and former Prime Minister Chamberlain would probably become sinners who will be notorious in British history. After all, if you hadn't Britain pushed into this war, maybe Britain is still the world's most powerful country now, isn't it? I just don't know if Mr. Chamberlain can survive until he appears in court. I'm afraid you will be alone by then."

Chamberlain's physical condition was also not good. He was diagnosed with gastric cancer in July 1940 and tried to rely on surgery to solve the physical crisis. Some time after the operation started, his health did improve. However, after two months of returning to Xavier Garden to recuperate, his health deteriorated again, and he finally passed away due to illness in November 1940.