Chapter 785: Do You Want to Know What Your Father's Name Is?

The news of the terrorist attack on England spread all over the world in a single day.

There was also chaos in England in one day.

The Queen's popularity plummeted. Falling to an all-time low.

With the traction of public opinion, many public opinion guides calling for the Queen of England to step down have frequently emerged. I can't hold it down.

Those who have a heart can see that this public opinion orientation is, to a certain extent, a conspiracy of some people with a heart. Of course, in this general situation, except for the royal family and nobles who stubbornly stood on the side of the empress, everyone remained silent.

The terrorist attack on Britain this time is intellectually analyzed as the government's inaction, and it has little to do with the queen.

But as the British goddess of faith, the Empress undoubtedly has a huge responsibility. In fact, many citizens who have lost their rationality or have been implicated in terrorist attacks believe that the Empress should step down.

After the attack, the British sky was clouded with a thick haze. The sky is cloudless, which makes people feel depressed from the bones.

Events that escalate to national events are usually taken advantage of. As for who is used, it depends on who has a heart. How much do they know, and how much can they know about the secrets?

I don't know, but they have the right to vent the anger in their hearts. So the good people are used by those in power and used as cannon fodder to build momentum for public opinion.

Ruth sat in her office with a split-headed headache, and today, she received countless phone calls. She explained over and over again. Even so, she felt that her explanations were too weak and influential.

Who is she? She was just an agent of MI6. How much of a role could she play in this incident?

What she needs to do is to get to the bottom of it. And do what she's supposed to do. No matter how much it is, it's just drinking to quench your thirst. Simply useless.

Britain is in turmoil. The royal family must have been in chaos too.

But so far, the royal family has not made any noise. The Empress was silent, and neither was the mighty princess. Everyone knows that no matter how they speak out or what they say, they will be covered up by overwhelming condemnation. Doesn't it make a noise to arouse the anger of the public even more?

It's a dilemma. No matter how you choose, it will escalate the incident.

And when the royal family was silent, public opinion for the empress to step down intensified. It is as if the Queen of England would not have been able to resolve what appeared to be a struggle between the state and terrorists without taking the blame and resigning, but in fact it had evolved into a contradiction between the people and the royal family.

After Ruth finished her work in the office, she led the crowd out.

Regardless of whether the royal family speaks out or not, MI6, as a government unit, must do something. It doesn't matter if some people are acting against the law, or if it's an agent like Ruth who really wants to do something. MI6 must give an account to the population.

And in this terrorist attack, the most amusing and nonsensical is the just-released Bond series of movies. In the movie, the director renders Mr. Bond from all angles how wise and mighty he is. In reality, however, MI6 did not make such a spectacular move. On the contrary, they are doing things that do nothing to calm the anger of the people. The movie, which was originally a good box office hit, was not only forced to be taken off the shelves in this horror incident, but also the male protagonist and a number of heroines in the film were implicated. It is estimated that in the past two or three years, I have not dared to come out for a walk.

The people need to vent, and those who have a heart need this power of the people. It's a good cycle and the best oppression for the Empress.

It seems that everything is going according to the expected track.

Princess Celestia put down her goblet, turned her head slightly, and said to Prince Phoebe, who had a subtle expression, "Guess. When is the mother going to react? ”

"Can't guess." Prince Phoebe shook his head slightly. Sigh. "If I can guess. I wouldn't have lost to her back then. ”

"You're not the only one who has failed. And him. Princess Celestia said in a cold tone.

"Either way, the Empress's wisdom is awe-inspiring." Prince Phoebe said.

"How's the shark going?" Princess Celestia diverted the subject.

"It's business as usual. Waiting for your order. If so, it can be stopped. He will immediately shift positions. Prince Phoebe paused, a strange red tide passing across his face. He said, if you think it's a little bit worse, you can help us do it one more time. ”

"No, you don't." Princess Celestia frowned slightly. Disdainful. "One more time, and it's going to make some people see the joke."

Prince Phoebe was slightly stunned, and then nodded yes.

The people can't see it. Some people with a heart may guess that this terrorist attack may have the figure of the eldest princess. Of course, no one dares to say such a thing, and cannot say it. But I can roughly guess some.

It's infighting. It's a contest between the British royal family. With the help of some external forces, with the help of the people. It can be said that the Celestia blinded everyone who could be blinded, as well as power. Put this power to your advantage. It is a very clever political method. But she understands it too. Once, it can be regarded as a means to fight for power and profit. Twice, it's digging your own grave.

In the struggle of one's own family, it doesn't matter if you borrow an external force once in a while. If you borrow too much, you will lure the wolf into the house. Fell down.

The status of the eldest princess today, in addition to her innate family background, mostly depends on her own wisdom and skills. Can go from a puppet on the surface to an actual controller. Princess Celestia can also be regarded as having completed a gorgeous transformation. And the second gorgeous transformation - the corners of the eldest princess's lips flashed with a faint confidence, it should be, in the near future, right?

"So, what's next?" Prince Phoebe waited for orders.

The eldest princess picked up the wine glass again, took a sip lightly, and said word for word: "Since mother doesn't say anything, then let's help her." ”

"Huh?" Prince Phoebe's heart jumped.

"Pass on my word, Princess Celestia will have a secret conversation with the Queen of England. And will give an explanation to the public in the near future. The eldest princess turned her glass slightly, and said. Let the people keep their senses and not be crushed by the suffering of the moment. I believe that the Empress will give everyone a satisfactory answer. ”

Prince Phoebe's face changed slightly. It seems to grasp the meaning of Celestia's words.

Closeted?

Is the Celestial Princess going to have a showdown with the Queen of England?

Perhaps, this secret talk is to force the palace?

……

The little princess gets out of the royal car in a low mood and enters the palace under the protection of the guards.

She studied at the Royal Academy. When she heard the news of the chaos in England, she immediately lost the mood to study. And eagerly awaited the call of his mother. Sure enough, it didn't take long for the empress to send someone to take her into the palace.

The little princess knew that her mother's mood at the moment was probably extremely low. Even, she could vaguely guess that this terrorist attack was not unrelated to her sister. Of course, like some people with a heart, even if she guesses something, she doesn't dare to say it, she can't say it. Unless there is actual evidence of the good deeds that Princess Celestia has done. Otherwise, it will be a shirk of responsibility, not only will it not help the empress, but it will also make the people more and more disappointed in the empress.

One trades off the other. My sister's reputation will rise with impulsive decisions. There are all kinds of harms and no benefits.

Slowly coming to the door of the study, the little princess held her breath and knocked on the door.

Click.

The door opens. What catches your eye is a beautiful face. The little princess knew her, and the woman was her mother's closest assistant. Many of my mother's confessions were conveyed by her personally. Including this invitation. It was also she who connected with herself.

"The Empress is changing her clothes." The female assistant said softly. The words were full of exhaustion.

As the closest person to the Empress, she is in the same desperate situation as the Empress. How can she stay optimistic?

"Hmm." The little princess nodded slightly. At the invitation of the female assistant, I sat down on the sofa in the study.

About a quarter of an hour of waiting. The bathroom door opened.

Turning her head slightly, the little princess saw Fanghua's peerless mother.

She's still so beautiful. So perfect. But between the eyebrows, there is a trace of imperceptible exhaustion. The little princess got up and greeted her: "Mother." ”

"Have you eaten?" After bathing, the empress was full of fragrance, held the delicate soft thorn of her little daughter, and asked with concern.

"Eat." The little princess nodded, looked at her mother, and asked. "You called me. Is there any command? ”

"Silly boy." The Empress rubbed the girl's smooth cheeks and said softly. "You're still a student, what can your mother tell you?"

The little princess was stunned.

It turned out that the mother still regarded herself as a child and a student. So, is she going to carry this terrible palace storm with all her might?

"Then you-"

"Didn't you want to know who your father was?" The Empress gazed fondly at her little daughter.

"You're going to—"

"Hmm. Coincidentally. This is your father's day of sacrifice. "The empress didn't seem to intend to pay attention to her daughter's emotions and tell this heavy news directly." You come with me to worship? ”

"I—" The little princess stared at her mother in a daze, tears streaming down her face.

"Sad?" The empress was slightly tender, and said a little stiffly. "Your father is dead. You should be able to expect this result. ”

The little princess looked helplessly at her mother, unable to speak.

"Let's go. Twenty years. You haven't been to the memorial yet. The empress ignored the pitiful appearance of the little princess, and went out of the study first.

The mother and daughter secretly left the royal family in a car and quietly arrived at a cemetery. They were followed only by a handful of royal guards.

The sky was gray. It's like it's going to collapse. It's hard to breathe.

With a fog in the air and little visibility, the mother and daughter walked silently to a tombstone. There is no inscription on the tombstone. Even the scale of the monument does not match the identity of the little princess's father. The two of them stood silently in front of the tombstone. It wasn't until the empress expected that her daughter's mood had calmed down a little that she spoke: "Under the tombstone, your father's bones are buried. ”

"Why—no engraving?" The little princess asked blankly.

"Because I don't know his name." The Empress whispered.

"Don't know the name of the father-father?" The little princess was amazed. "Then you-"

"Your father is a Chinese soldier. His true identity has been disguised, and all I know is his code name. The Empress said lightly. It seems that I don't want the atmosphere to be too solemn and sad.

"Father—how did he die?" The little princess said in a trembling voice.

She bit her soft lips tightly, almost biting out the blood.

Since she entered the Royal Academy, the Empress has trained her in a series of ways. This includes psychological reinforcement. She had already guessed what happened to her father under her mother's hints. It's just that she suddenly accepted this fact, and she couldn't bear it. But no matter what, she couldn't break down. She should be calm. After all, her identity is destined for her road to be extremely difficult.

"Saved me from death." The Empress took a deep breath and said softly.

Airplanes!

A chilling red light shot out from behind itself, landing on the tombstone with incredible precision.

The red rays stabbed diagonally into the hard ground, and the blade was sharp and violent. It's like releasing blood. It's chilling.

The little princess was slightly familiar with this red ray, at least, she knew who shot it.

And the empress, understands. She even knew that this person would be here today.

"It seems. You don't feel guilty about it? ”

The chilly voice came from behind. When the two turned their heads. I saw a bright red figure like blood walking slowly.

The woman in red was like a ghost, and she came to the tombstone in an instant.

"Sister in red—" The little princess stared at the big red in astonishment, puzzled. "Why are you here?"

"Can't I come?" The scarlet eyes of the big red coat glanced coldly at the little princess, who suddenly felt a chill. I don't understand why this red-clothed sister who had protected herself suddenly changed her temperament. Or - she's a moody person. Hasn't changed?

The big red robe poked out of his right hand in the red robe, and in the palm of his hand, was a bottle of spirits. Chinese spirits. Slapped the lid of the wine, and the big red coat poured half a bottle in front of the tombstone. Then tilt your head and pour the other half bottle into your mouth.

This move stunned the little princess even more. On the contrary, the empress stared at the big red clothes with an indifferent expression. Silent.

With half a bottle of wine down, Da Hongyi slowly turned his head, stared at the little princess with scarlet eyes, and asked hoarsely, "Do you want to know what your father's name is?" ”

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