Hyacinth Chamber of Commerce.
In the garden full of blood roses, Sith was staring at the sea of flowers in front of him in a daze.
A maid stepped forward carefully and asked, "Master, do you need a meal?"
Sith waved impatiently.
The maid hurriedly backed away lightly.
Sith paced back and forth in the gazebo, his expression becoming more and more anxious as time went by.
Just before the sun was about to set, a servant hurried into the garden and reported: "My lord, I saw green smoke in the palace!"
Sith stared and said anxiously, "Are you sure?"
"Yes, my lord. I swear on my family's honor!"
"Okay!" Sith clapped his hands excitedly, and immediately ordered, "Send someone to pass the news to Cold Winter City immediately! Move quickly!"
"yes!"
…
Half-elf palace.
All the half-elven nobles had already left in panic, and the queen also went back to take a bath and change clothes, changing out of her bloody clothes.
In the empty palace, only Prince William and the unconscious old king were left.
However, when Prince William waved away the attendants around him, the old king who had fallen into a coma suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the bed.
Prince William was crying, and hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Your Majesty, now... what should we do now!"
The old king glared at his son, and said calmly: "Why panic! The more you are facing a crisis, the more calm you must be!"
"Yes, yes!" Prince William nodded repeatedly, but he couldn't hide the panic on his face.
Disappointment flashed across the old king's eyes, but at this moment, he couldn't care less about teaching this worthless son a lesson.
He knew very well that the current half-elven kingdom, or more precisely, the Merdivyn family, had reached a critical moment of life and death!
Vera died in Silvermoon City, which was a disaster for the Mordiven family.
No matter what conspiracy is behind this, who is the main messenger, and why Prince Tupe suddenly went crazy.
These are no longer important.
The important thing is that Duke St. Hilde's anger must have someone to pour out on.
And this object, the old king does not want to be the Murdwin family.
Therefore, he must take measures as soon as possible to divert this catastrophe that was enough to destroy the Mordiven family.
As for who should dump this giant pot...
The stern look in the old king's eyes flashed away, and he ordered Prince William:
"Listen carefully, there are five things you have to do now.
First, send someone to keep an eye on the Miller family. All family members will be watched closely, and no one can be missed! Also, arrange for Duke Miller to come see me tomorrow morning.
Second, you personally go to see the envoys of the St. Pross family in the eastern region, and let them come to see me tomorrow morning, but you must never tell them what happened in the queen's bedroom.
Third, immediately send someone to seal the Hyacinth Chamber of Commerce, yes, that is the chamber of commerce I asked you to investigate before, and control the person in charge.
Fourth, send someone to guard Viscount Angelet and his party, prohibiting them from leaving the palace, and not allowing them to pass on news to the outside world.
Fifth, ahem..."
The old king spoke in a hurry, and choked himself in the next moment.
Prince William quickly picked up the water glass and handed it over.
The old king drank a few sips of water, slowed down, and continued: "Fifth, the whole city is under martial law! Without my order, no one is allowed to leave Silvermoon City!
Not only people, but also pigeons.
You go to your uncle and ask him to arrange rangers to be on duty at the top of the city. If you find any carrier pigeons flying outside the city, you will shoot them! "
"Yes!" Prince William nodded decisively.
The old king's orders made him feel at ease.
When he was about to execute it, Prince William suddenly thought of someone, and asked again: "Father, Queen Aisha is also a member of the Miller family, so, should we send someone to keep an eye on her..."
"Nonsense, of course!" The old king was about to start cursing when he heard such a stupid question, but suddenly thought of something, rolled his eyes, and said, "You go and let her come to see me now."
"Yes." Prince William didn't dare to say any more, and hurriedly left.
The hall fell silent, only the sound of the old king's slightly rapid breathing remained.
He just lay on the bed, staring at the magic crystal chandelier on the ceiling, lost in thought.
After a while, he didn't know what he thought of, and a blush suddenly rushed to his cheeks, but it quickly faded away.
He coughed a few times and murmured: "Duke St. Hilde...you are so cruel..."
"Da da da… "
The sound of crisp footsteps sounded outside the palace.
After a while, Queen Aisha walked in.
She had just finished bathing, and she changed into a bright red long dress, which was in stark contrast to her snow-white and moist skin.
Light makeup was applied to her perfectly limpid cheeks, and her crystal clear eyes shone with a moving brilliance.
Her expression is gentle and virtuous, but there is also a charming charm that cannot be concealed.
However, in this tense atmosphere, the amorous feelings displayed by Queen Aisha seem so out of place.
Looking at the bright and charming queen in front of him, the old king felt unspeakable anger and tyranny in his heart.
However, he was forced to suppress it again.
"Aisha, ahem, I haven't seen you for a long time...you are so beautiful."
Queen Aisha came to the bed and looked down at the old king who was so angry, as if he was about to return to the embrace of the Lord of Radiance in the next second, with an undisguised mocking smile on his face:
"Your Majesty, have you ever seen a bird in a cage?"
The old king hummed a few times for no apparent reason.
Queen Aisha smiled even more charmingly: "The happiest moment for a bird in a cage is the moment when the cage is wiped out."
"So...do you hate me so much..."
"Your Majesty, you are joking, how could I hate you?"
"Then... can you tell me... what happened in your bedroom today?"
"What happened, didn't I make it clear in public before?"
"Cough, cough, cough..." The old king suddenly coughed violently, and the look of being out of breath made people worry that he would hang up without taking a breath.
However, Queen Aisha looked at the old king calmly, not even planning to step forward to help pat his back.
After a long while, the old king finally recovered his breath, and said in a weak tone like a mosquito's moan: "Could it be...you can't...cough cough...let me be a dying person...do you understand?"
Queen Aisha was completely unmoved, she giggled and said, "Your Majesty, you will live a long life, why are you dying."
Seeing that it was useless to pretend to be dead, the old king simply stopped pretending.
"Aisha, do you know that if the Duke of St. Hilde blames him, the Miller family must bear the brunt of it!"
"so what?"
Queen Aisha's indifferent look made the old king very hurt, as if he was punched in the air, so uncomfortable that he wanted to vomit blood.
"If you have nothing else to do, I will take my leave first."
The old king's face became extremely gloomy, and he growled unwillingly: "Aisha, no matter what that person promised you, you have to think clearly about what is your true foundation!
Don't find out in the end that you have no use value at all and are abandoned by others! "
Queen Aisha smiled charmingly, deliberately shrugged her right shoulder, and let the slender shoulder strap slide down, revealing the looming whiteness: "How can I be useless?"
After speaking, he smiled and turned to leave.
Only the old king who was provoked to anger, but powerless was left behind.
(end of this chapter)