The Imperial Palace on the other side.
In the blink of an eye, the wind was surging, and the person standing at the pinnacle of power had changed.
The former emperor, now the prisoner.
…
It was getting dark. On the silent land, the moonlight sprinkled the ground like water, and the bright moon above the head was bright and pale.
In a dark prison cell.
There are narrow windows on the high vertical wall, through which the moonlight shines in.
The king, queen, and Darlene Carlos were locked in a cell.
The king had fainted from the excruciating pain, and now lay stretched out on the weeds like a dead fish.
The queen was unwilling to be near the king, let alone take care of him.
On the middle-aged woman's well-maintained face, a bit of disgust flashed very quickly.
As for Prince Carlos, he is a cowardly and uninitiated person, and he becomes a headless chicken when encountering things. Now he is sitting on the clean haystack beside him in a daze.
As for Princess Darlene, she glanced at Carlos, then at the king and queen, and something flashed in her eyes.
She can't sit still.
Why should she be involved in the imperial turmoil in the empire
Anyway, today's wedding didn't work out, and she was still Princess Darlene from a neighboring country, not Carlos' princess.
Darlene kept comforting herself in her heart, even if she looked at her father's face, Florence would not do anything to her.
Outside the cell is a long dark corridor, with torches hanging on the walls and dancing flames, and the end of the corridor is hidden in darkness.
The door at the end of the corridor suddenly slammed and was pushed open.
Darlene was taken aback, and she subconsciously raised her eyes to look at the place where the sound came from.
The military boots stepped on the ground, and the sudden sound of footsteps, the pace was gentle, not in a hurry, echoed in the dark and empty corridor.
What came into view was the man's tall figure like a pine tree.
Because of the backlight.
For a moment, Darlene couldn't see the appearance of the person who came, but could only vaguely see that it was the outline of a man.
who
Torches were lit.
Against the orange flames, the man's beautiful and familiar face was imprinted in everyone's eyes.
He was wearing a dark and solemn cloak, and he was wearing a straight and straight military uniform, with a beautiful golden waist chain hanging around his waist, and the tassels hanging from his shoulders.
The most conspicuous thing is the man's dazzling golden short hair, the color of the sun, such a pure color, they have only seen it on one person.
That is, Princess, Florence.
Everyone looked at Herman, who was Florence before, in disbelief.
The queen yelled out of control, "Are you a man? How could you be a man?"
She cut her gorgeous blonde hair short.
Nor did it detract in the slightest from Hermann's good looks.
Women's clothing is alluring, and men's clothing is handsome.
The man raised his emerald green eyes, glanced at them for a few moments, then parted his thin petal-colored lips, and sounded a low magnetic and seductive voice.
"You seem surprised?"
"Queen, my nominal stepmother."
Not only the queen, everyone was in boundless shock.
Different from the shocked crowd.
Seeing the handsome and stunning military officer opposite, Princess Dallin's eyes flashed an inexplicable feeling and calculations.
She did not expect that Princess Florence was actually a man, such a handsome man.
Then look at my fiancé, Carlos, and compare it with this person.
What a difference.