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Desire is the soil on which ambition grows, while power and wealth are the catalysts. For the first time, Claire felt that she might be able to go further, for example, thinking about that special position.
He always thought his father was a cowardly person, but now it seemed that he was the one who was cowardly. Although his father is not very capable, at least his soul is brave and full of force.
Back in the manor, Claire found his mother, looking at this slightly pretty, but already a little old-fashioned woman, a trace of tenderness flashed in his eyes: "Mother, I want to ask, grandpa and grandma, they What is your identity?"
"They are just ordinary businessmen." There was a little 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 has only one woman in his life? Actually I don't know too well, so I can only take it as your father, he really loves me."
Looking at his mother with a sweet smile, but also with a little 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 more time to be happy.
"Yeah, father is really kind to you." Claire smiled and said, "During my illness, mother has worked hard."
The woman was a little surprised why her son said this. Before, the son didn't like to show his feelings.
But in any case, harmony between relatives is a good thing after all, and she didn't delve into it too deeply.
After chatting casually for a few more words, Claire returned to his room. He refused the maid's service and lay on the bed alone, turning his head to look at the night sky outside.
At some point, the dark clouds had dispersed, and a bright moon hung in the sky, illuminating the earth.
After knowing her true identity, her father's forbearance, and Earl Billy's true attitude, Claire felt that the heavy stone on her body had disappeared at some point.
Maybe, I can really do something.
He thought about it, opened the expensive white paper, and wrote down his ideas and plans for the future.
Unknowingly, it was dawn, but Claire still didn't feel sleepy. Instead, he felt a little hungry and was about to have breakfast brought, when someone knocked on the door.
"Come in."
The butler came in, saluted first, and then said solemnly: "Master, Prince Bowens sent someone over and told you to come over immediately."
Claire froze for a moment, then understood something, and a very weird smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
When he went to the manor where the prince was, he heard the prince roaring inside before he entered the door.
"You guys are all idiots, trash, everyone else came into my room and made me like this, and you didn't respond at all, are you going to take my head away, are you happy !"
Claire was a little strange, the door was open, he went in, saw Prince Bowens at first glance, then his mouth grew wide, and finally almost laughed out loud, but fortunately, he reacted quickly enough to restrain himself smile.
But also because of this, his cheeks throbbed. After all, it is quite difficult to hold back the wild laughter.
With a shiny bald head, Prince Bowens turned his face, looked at Claire, and shouted angrily: "Laugh if you want, don't hold back so much."
At this time, Claire had recovered, and he said angrily: "Who, who did it, Your Royal Highness, tell me, and I will help you kill him immediately."
"What if I say the Pope did it?" Bowens said darkly.
Clareton smiled awkwardly.
After taking a few deep breaths, Prince Bowens sat down and waved away the little leaders who were responsible for the security of the manor. Finally, he poured some white powder for himself, put it on the paper, and put it on the table. I took a breath from my nose.
The powder entered his nose, and the prince sighed intoxicatedly, then opened his eyes, and said, "Claire, if I ask you to find a way to kill Celia, would you be willing?"
Claire already understood what was going on in his heart, but he still pretended to be surprised and said, "Prince, didn't you just say yesterday that you are more and more interested in her and want her to be your princess?"
"I dare not want a woman who is bold and out of control." The prince stroked his bald head, feeling even more resentful in his heart. He knew that from today onwards, he would become a joke among the nobles, and he didn't know what other people would do in the future. , How would he laugh at him in private.
Claire was a little happy in his heart, more admiring, he felt more and more that Celia was a good woman, and he didn't even want to be a princess. If an ordinary noble woman knew that the possibility was unlikely, she would definitely give it a try.
Would she be willing to be queen if she became king
This idea suddenly came to Claire's mind, and then he felt his lips were a little dry, looking at the prince's eyes, he narrowed his eyes slightly.
"I ask you, are you willing to find a way to kill her?"
Claire thought for a while and said awkwardly: "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 Abbey, Beta looked at Monica with a funny face: "I didn't expect you to be so naughty that you actually shaved the prince's head."
"Don't be lazy." Monica first asked for credit with a smile, and then said with a sinister grin: "This way I can vent my anger, and I can also warn that useless Prince, His Royal Highness. I can take off the head at any time."
Beta is quite sure of Monica's approach. In this case, killing the prince is a very unfavorable choice m. Although he is a fleeing prince, he is a symbol of the royal family after all. If Monica dies in the hands of Monica, not only will Monica become a target of public criticism, but it will also stir up the already muddy 'water' into more like Like mud.
"I guess those archbishops, after hearing this news, should start to be impatient."
Sure enough, as soon as Beta finished speaking, the guards of the temple came to report, saying that several archbishops had united and asked Monica to come over.
"They panicked." Holding the invitation card, Monica waved it triumphantly.
"It's panic, but it's also pressure. I want to unite and put pressure on you." Beta stood up: "I'll go with you to protect you. lest they attack you cruelly."
"Really?" Monica's eyes flashed with a clear light: "Are you worried about me?"