The manor of the Marquess of Creek is located on the west side of the Phoenix Palace, only three blocks away.
There are two tall iron oak trees facing each other in the backyard of the manor. Although the tree age is not as old as the ancient oak tree in the Royal Oak Manor, which is said to be thousands of years old, it has also experienced hundreds of years of ups and downs.
The trunk is thick and twisted, and only seven or eight people can embrace it. The dense canopy is intertwined, covering a large area of shade in a lush and lush manner.
Under the shade of the tree, there was a long table made of golden silk wood, which was filled with all kinds of desserts and tea drinks, surrounded by a dozen nobles standing or sitting around the table.
This is a regular tea party held by the Marquis of Creek Mansion every Friday afternoon, and it is quite famous among the aristocratic circles of Yulong City.
The Marquise looked to be in her forties, wearing a traditional lady's long dress, her wine-red hair coiled up high, and a smug smile on her charming face, she was sitting dignifiedly and gracefully on the main seat, Enjoying the attention cast by everyone.
"...The above is what I found out. In short, His Highness Harrison was too reckless this time. He dared to brazenly kill the Pope. No matter what his reasons were, it was an unforgivable crime.
The Senate has already passed a resolution to deprive him of his right to inherit the throne. Next, I am afraid he will be judged by the church! "
There is no doubt that the subject of the tea party must be Prince Harrison's killing of Pope Gregory.
For three days, the entire Yulong City was still shrouded in disbelief and shock.
But the condemnation of Prince Harrison swept in like a raging tide.
As the Marquis of Creek said, no matter what reason Prince Harrison had, he killed the spokesperson of the Supreme Lord in the world. Such atrocities are unacceptable to all devout believers.
Under the excitement of the crowd, the Senate was under pressure and held an emergency meeting to deprive Harrison of his right to inherit the throne.
This calmed the raging public outrage a little.
"But His Majesty the Pope did make a mistake first!" A crisp voice suddenly sounded.
The one who spoke was the youngest daughter of the Marquis of Creek. She was born with pink makeup and jade carvings.
"If the Pope hadn't killed the Marquis Garcia first, and then joined forces with Prince Leahy to detain Earl Angelet, His Highness Harrison would not..."
"Nicole!" The Marchioness glared at her daughter, preventing her from continuing.
Nicole pouted aggrievedly, stuffed a piece of pastry into her mouth, and stopped talking.
In fact, the reason why the little girl couldn't help defending Prince Harrison was out of admiration—of course, for a child of her age, it might not be called admiration.
Nicole and Prince Harrison are the same age, and they have known each other since they were young. They often play and play together, which seems like a childhood sweetheart.
If it was before, the Marquis would of course be very happy to see her daughter marry Prince Harrison, but now, she has to give up her daughter's idea.
However, Nicole's remarks just now attracted the attention of the nobles.
"Marquise, Count Angelet was secretly detained by Prince Lexi, is it true?"
"This... Actually, I don't know too well." The Marchioness remembered her husband's warning, but she still held back her words.
All the nobles felt itchy, but there was nothing they could do.
In the past few days, all kinds of gossips have been flying in Yulong City, and the nobles instinctively want to find out the trend of the development of the empire, so as to obtain the maximum benefit in this round of power reshuffle.
"Oh, by the way, I heard a rumor recently, I don't know if it's true..." A young nobleman suddenly said, looking at the coat of arms on his cuff, he should be a Viscount of the Empire.
"What rumor?"
"About Queen Midella's two children... There are rumors that they are not actually His Majesty's heirs."
As soon as this remark came out, the atmosphere of the tea party suddenly changed subtly.
There was not much surprise on the faces of the people, and it seemed that they had heard similar rumors more or less.
In fact, gossip about the relationship between the emperor and the empress has been circulated for a long time, but they were still alive at that time, and the nobles only dared to discuss it in private, unlike now, they dared to talk about it in a semi-public occasion like a tea party.
Of course, there is no genetic testing technology in this era, so paternity testing is impossible.
Such rumors are destined to be unproven.
But that doesn't mean it's harmless.
Sometimes all the political game needs is a plausible excuse.
Now the only descendant of the San Lorenzo family is Princess Judy, but such a 12-year-old girl with no one to rely on, in the eyes of wolf-like politicians, is a girl who can do whatever she wants. Precise existence.
All they need is an excuse.
Once Princess Judy's inheritance rights are questioned, it will be the illegitimate children of Emperor Reinhardt who will profit.
Although illegitimate children have no inheritance rights, politicians can always find ways to circumvent the "Glorious Code" if they need it-such as adoption.
Vera's succession to the Duke of the North was actually the path she took.
Therefore, as long as the inheritance rights of Princess Judy are denied, then it will be time for the illegitimate children of Emperor Reinhardt and the supporters behind them to show their talents and dance wildly.
"Don't believe such rumors. The issue of succession to the throne...Let's leave it to the Senate and the Church to decide." The Marquis said lightly.
But everyone present could see the feigned reserve of the Marquis, as well as the secret joy hidden in her eyes.
Because, as a well-known nobleman in the imperial capital, how could the Marquis of Creek be without that green hat.
That's right, this marquise also gave birth to a son for Emperor Reinhardt, and more importantly, he was the eldest of the illegitimate children.
The atmosphere of the tea party changed again.
Although the nobles no longer talked about this topic, their compliments to the Marchioness of Creek were more explicit, and the flattery and flattery were beyond words.
"Huh? Isn't that a Norman knight?"
While talking, I saw a young man walking over. He looked sixteen or seventeen years old, with thick blond hair hanging over his shoulders, and a confident smile on his handsome face like a marble sculpture, but this smile was a little more crazy. It means arrogance, and lacks the humility and calmness that a noble knight should have.
"Mother." The Norman knight came to the Marquise and saluted respectfully.
This person is the illegitimate son of the Marquis and Emperor Reinhardt.
"Why are you here?" the Marchioness asked with a smile.
"Some things... I want to talk to my father. I wonder if he is there?"
Of course the Marquise knew that the "father" mentioned by the Norman knight was the Marquis of Crick, and nodded upon hearing that, "He should be in the study, I'll take you to see him."
After finishing speaking, he stood up and apologized to the nobles, and then led the Norman knights to the study.
(end of this chapter)