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It is impossible for Prince Culbert not to know this truth, but he is too anxious to want Days to continue to appear next to his sister, Her Royal Highness the Princess of Beirut.

When she saw that the atmosphere at the table was a little awkward, the princess of Beirut made some funny remarks to make the atmosphere a little better.

Finally, after the dinner was over, the guests were sent off, and her brother Prince Culbert refused to pester, and Her Royal Highness Princess Beirut returned to her room. She asked the maid to call Viscountess Kate.

When the Viscountess came into the room, the Princess of Beirut stood in front of the window and looked out at the dark night. She turned around when she heard someone enter the room and close the door.

She didn't worry at all that it was someone with bad intentions, and such a person who died under Angelia's sword was already in double digits.

"Prince Culbert, there must be some very important things, such as my father wants to see him, or his teacher wants to accept his recent achievements, or some small vassal country has sent a few beautiful women."

Viscountess Kate had a knowing expression: "Is it that handsome and arrogant little man, I will entertain him well tonight, and I will let him go the next day." ”

"Then trouble Viscountess Kate."

Viscountess Kate was a young and beautiful widow with skin like snow and black hair like clouds. Although she didn't mean that at first, Beirut didn't bother her if she wanted to.

After all. An energetic man is much more difficult to deal with than a tired man.

The Viscountess bowed gracefully and left.

Her Royal Highness the Princess of Beirut pulled down the rope that hung from the side of the bed, and immediately the maid who usually served came to the room.

"If you're going to take a shower, move your private bathroom."

Beru nodded her noble and beautiful chin and followed behind the maid.

Hot water was placed in the bathtub at a moderate temperature, and a screen to block the view was placed outside the bathroom. A pink evening dress fell to the ground, followed by other clothes that were even more inside.

A pair of delicate and small feet with white and red stepped on the ground. Then step gracefully into the bathtub.

The white mist obscured a lot of beautiful things.

The princess of Beirut in a soaking tub. As if thinking, I fell into silence. After a day of maneuvering, she was finally freed from her very pestering brother. Believe that he is enjoying things that are very enjoyable for a normal man.

Soak in hot water at this temperature. Very comfortable. limbs in the water. You can feel a buoyancy. My body is very healthy, and even when I encounter such a thing, I never feel tired. She has the best doctors by her side. She can eat the healthiest and nourishing food without having to bear an undue burden. Even if she copes with her brother, it is easy for her.

His own soul is really willful enough, and he can hand over the mess to himself like this. Moreover, the throbbing from her heart at this time is probably a precursor to her imminent move. She smiled wryly, then closed her eyes. Two feet against the other end of the tub to avoid accidentally drowning the body shared by the two people.

Then, at some point, she suddenly opened her eyes and looked around very smartly.

"At this time, that annoying guy should have left or fallen asleep." Her Royal Highness Princess Beirut muttered to herself.

She nimbly got up from the tub and asked the maid to redress herself as quickly as possible.

Originally, she didn't care what she was wearing, and when she was in school in the past, she used to wear clothes in the morning. So when the maid changed into her pajamas, she had no objection.

But when she was dressed, she dragged away with the soft and comfortable slippers on her feet.

Her first reaction was to go to her brother.

"It's better he's already asleep, or let Angelia knock him unconscious." The princess of Beirut muttered, then trotted over.

She knew where he lived, because it was her castle, the people of the family came, and the rooms were fixed.

When it came time to make a turn, she slowed down, and even if she didn't particularly care, she didn't want to be like herself and accidentally crash into another man's arms. Especially the Prince Culbert, who has his eye on him, and is also his half-brother.

When about to peep out from the corner, Her Royal Highness Princess Beirut was like a curious and timid rabbit. After fluttering her eyes a few times to make sure there was no situation, she continued to walk cautiously step by step.

There is no guard at the gate, as this is the castle of the princess of Beirut. The guards of this castle are all outside, and the guards of the princes and nobles can only stay outside. But that doesn't mean that the castle is defenseless - the dark guards are more powerful than the guards standing in the open.

Speaking of which, there are a few people who have fouled the fighting force here, and they have also moved in. Miss Rita is a "quasi-foul" guest, she's a high-level professional, plus a potions genius, and if she had the idea, she could poison everyone here in one night.

The second person is a 100% foul guest, and she is Miss Amy. According to Angelia's assessment, her ability is above that of a high-level professional. As for what rank it is, Her Royal Highness the "gentle and strong" Princess of Beirut doesn't care so much. She wanted Miss Amy to teach her brother a lesson "under certain circumstances". Anyway, there will be no time for the "Dragon Castle" to be afraid.

Miss Amy, of course, didn't come in as a guard this time. She holds a noble title of nobility and comes from the Fernando family, which has a long bloodline. So, I was also treated by the guests.

There is another person who has to say, that is, the maid next to the junior brother turned out to be a descendant of a vassal state canonized by the Zinael Empire many years ago. When the princess of Beirut got the investigation report, she was really surprised.

Of course. These things are not cared about by Her Royal Highness the "lively and lovely" Princess Beirut. She crept out the door, first unpleasantly at the sound of voices inside, but when she heard the joyful gasps and screams inside, her face flushed, her little heart pounded, and she went on cautiously and cautiously left.

The woman's voice, she could hear, was Viscountess Kate, who was in charge of the place.

Even the "lively and cute" princess of Beirut knows this kind of thing. This time. Just pretend you don't know. After all, in this circle, it has always been like this. Whatever, all of them. No. Strange.

"Such people. Such a person, such a person ......" Her Royal Highness Princess Beirut muttered quietly as she cautiously left.

When you walk to the area where regular guests live. Her Royal Highness Princess Beirut's mood instantly improved.

"This is where little Anna will stay tonight." She walked outside a room and tried to knock on the door, but held back. Because she felt that there was an extremely dangerous person living inside, and it was like a fierce beast living inside, guarding her cubs.

So, the hand she was about to knock on the door stopped on the way.

"Forget it, let's play with them tomorrow."

She walked briskly through four rooms in a row, fingers touching and not touching, scratching walls and doors.

That cute little Anna should sleep with Miss Amy, Miss Rita and Miss Sophia should be in one room by one, and that silly and kind Brother Days is, of course, one person in one room. Hopefully they will all be able to sleep comfortably and have a good spirit tomorrow.

August 25, 197 in the continental calendar, golden dawn, sunny.

Campus life is like a delicate leaf that grows from a tree, and then, in autumn, matures, turns a vivid red, and spirals and falls gracefully when a breeze blows.

Our carefree days consist in not being conscious. It's like a goldfish in a fish tank, every day is a new memory, foraging, courtship. Just like a canary grows in a birdcage since childhood, because the sun shines and sings.

Prince Culbert woke up in the early morning with no one around. There were a few long hairs on the pillow, with the scent of a woman's body, reminding him that everything last night was not just a spring dream.

Of course, the soreness and numbness on the body and the frivolity of the calves are not a dream.

There is also a faint layer of purple on the outside, indicating that it is almost dawn. A black pigeon flapped its wings outside the window and made a noise—this was why Prince Culbert woke up so early, got up and lifted the window, grabbed the carrier pigeon in his hand, and took a rolled-up note from the tube on his lap.

When he saw the contents of the note, he frowned, put his hands on his face, exhaled, and ruffled his hair upwards.

"Damn, why at a time like this." He got up and put on his clothes and close-fitting soft armor, and 20 minutes later, he left his sister's castle with his own men.

"Angelia." As soon as the princess of Beirut opened her eyes in the morning, there was a seriousness in her eyes, and she called out to her personal guard.

"Yes, Your Highness Princess."

"My brother, are you leaving?"

"I'll go check it out." The girl in black disappeared into the darkness again.

It didn't take long for her to reappear in the room again, and by this time, the princess of Beirut was already walking around the room barefoot.

"Back to Her Royal Highness the Princess, Her Royal Highness the Prince has just left with someone."

It's great that 'that person' won't hide and throw the mess around again."

Her Royal Highness Princess Beirut said in her heart, pulling the rope beside the bed with her hands and feet.

"Angelia, let the trumpet player go out into the yard and play a cheerful song of 'Pathétique'."

“…… Be. ”

Her Royal Highness's order makes one wonder why the trumpet was played in the castle so early, and why the "Pathétique" was played, and how the "Pathétique" was blown into a cheerful appearance...... Despite all the points that can make people complain, Angelia only hesitated for a second before carrying out the order.

After Angelia left, the lady-in-waiting who served Her Royal Highness also came to the room to take care of Her Royal Highness's grooming in the morning and help her put on some clothes that were not very easy to wear.

A bright-sounding song "Pathos" sounded in the castle, waking everyone in the castle. Although its melody is very "pathetic", it has been diluted a lot under such a cheerful rhythm.

"What's going on, you hellish thing!" Miss Amy was lying on the ledge and yelled at the young man who was standing in front of the castle gate playing a trumpet.

Miss Rita rose from the bed, and there were still a few beads of sweat on her forehead, because the dream was a little terrible. Count Roland actually had a sword stuck in his chest, and he was bloody, but he still ran happily to propose to her!

It was only after her rapid breathing slowed down that Miss Rita could hear the strange trumpet sound outside.

"It's not April 1st!"

She figured she had to look at the calendar first.

Sophia had already gotten up and freshened up, but she wasn't sure if Days was up, she sat quietly in her room, wondering if she should learn a little bit of female red, and when there was nothing to do, she could do it.

After all, after becoming a full-time housewife in the future, there will definitely be some leisure time after doing the housework. Many noble ladies probably don't know how to do anything, chatting every day, reading novels, watching scenery, drinking afternoon tea in the afternoon, and not eating in the evening......

Although this is the way of a noble lady. But after all, Days is not very rich, so the future will probably look like this-

In the winter, the clouds are low outside, and there is light snow. The fireplace was burning, giving off a gentle glow. Growing up, Days wore glasses, lay comfortably on a recliner, and read the newspaper. Sophia sat quietly two meters away from the fireplace, with a small box of velvet at her feet, knitting a sweater for the child in her hands. The sweater is goose yellow because the velvet is goose yellow. Little Days was lying in the cradle, waving her little hands, and she had a pacifier in her mouth, and she had big blue eyes that were as pure as the sky, just like her father.

While thinking like this, strange music got into Sophia's ears and made her stop dreaming about the future.

She stood up, covered with materials bought with her usual salary, clothes she had made herself. A denim pullover, a pair of denim pants, and a shell necklace with a crisp sound. On summer days, seeing such a dress makes people's eyes light up.

When they arrived, the castle's housekeeper, Viscountess Kate, came to find Sophia privately. Told Sophia that they already knew her lineage, a descendant of a vassal king recognized by the Zinael Empire, so here, let her show it as she was, and don't humiliate her bloodline. (To be continued.) )