Sitting in a comfortable chair, quill pen in hand, she looked at a document in front of her and muttered as she muttered as she watched a petition from some businessmen demanding the reopening of the port.

Naples had four ports, large and small, and in addition to Santa Lucia, there were three other ports located in different parts of the city and in the bends a little further away, which brought enough profits to Naples and made the kingdom centered on the city of Naples the richest city-state in southern Italy.

Compared to Naples, Taranto, despite its difficult terrain, can only highlight their role in military terms, and even Sicily, which claims to be the largest island in the Mediterranean, is slightly inferior.

However, a series of changes in the past few days have hit the market in Naples, especially after the rebellion of the queen, although the palace tried to block the news, but the rumors of the queen's rebellion soon spread, which made rumors spread in the city of Naples, and some foreign merchants have decided to leave Naples temporarily because they are worried about the possibility of civil war.

At the same time, in order to ensure the safety of Naples, the order to close the port in Alfred's name was announced from the very beginning, which cut off Naples from the outside world at sea.

"The loss is so great that we have to take the liberty of asking you, Your Graceful Princess, to consider our request to lift the blockade of the port as soon as possible, so that people can enter and exit the port freely and resume the severed maritime trade as soon as possible."

The petition bears the names of hundreds of merchants, some foreigners and others native to Naples.

She looked at the names on them, and then used the quill pen in her hand to dip the red ink and lightly draw a red line on the names of some people.

"Why do these people think I'm blocking the port," Tsusha smiled slightly, her expression a little mischievous, not at all like she was reading an important document stating the interests of the country, "They think who is ruling the country, do they really think I don't know what they are doing?" ”

Jisha's pen kept sketching on the document, and soon a "list" appeared.

Jisha shook the bell that was swinging aside, and soon an attendant pushed the door and walked in.

"Send this to the Earl, and say that I have prepared the list he needs."

The squire respectfully took the petition that had been sent in by him not long ago, and then bowed away cautiously.

Although it has only been a few days since she replaced Alfred, no one dares to despise and snub the new princess, or many people have been looking forward to this day since the beginning, because for them, as the "queen behind the back", she can no longer meet their requirements for greater wealth and status, so they can't wait to push Jisha to the front.

"Madam, you should go and visit Your Highness," a personal maid came over and reminded him in a low voice, "I heard that Your Highness is saying that the Prince has woken up, but he does not seem to be in good spirits now. ”

"Alfred's spirit hasn't been good, has he?"

She rose to her feet, and walked out of the room, accompanied by her maid, and with a respectful greeting she walked through the corridors, courtyards, and lush gardens, and into the palace where Alfred lived.

Alfred now lives in the same room in which he was hastily coronated, and although this room is clearly not in keeping with his current status as regent of Naples, but perhaps because he had been frightened too much, although the queen's rebellion was quickly quelled, he always refused to get out of here, and he insisted that all his belongings be moved here.

When Josha came in, he saw Alfred standing in front of the window and looking out, and when he saw her, Alfred smiled with joy, it was obvious that he had been waiting for a long time, and as soon as Josha entered the door, Alfred couldn't wait to walk over and hug his wife tightly.

"God, I've been waiting for you," the unusual excitement on Alfred's face made the attendant next to him a little worried, but seeing that the princess seemed to be happy, the attendant retreated slightly timidly, "Tell me what you've been doing all day, I'm really curious how you can have so much patience, you know, I'd rather go up the mountain to fight wolves than sit at my desk and fiddle with those papers." ”

Alfred looked excited, and although his breathing grew rapid, he still hugged him tightly until he looked at him carefully for a while, then shook his head and gently broke free from his arms.

"Looks like you're not looking good, according to the doctor, you should recuperate now and bleed again."

Hearing Shosa's words, Alfred had a look of fear on his face, and he remembered the terrible experience of several previous bloodlettings.

Speaking of watching his sturdy father suddenly fall down like a stroke, Alfred felt that his body had suddenly become worse, especially after being frightened on the wedding night, he seemed to be entangled by the devil and became suspicious and paraphilic, although the beautiful wife in front of him made him tempted, but now he is drowsy all day long, even sometimes when he is a little sober, he seems to be in a trance, which makes him have to follow the advice of the people around him to accept the doctor's treatment, And the only help doctors can provide is bloodletting.

Alfred knew that his father had fallen into a complete coma, and that he was beginning to feel uneasy at the signs that he was about to fall ill.

"My dear, we have to have a child," said Alfred suddenly with a little impatience, his face flushed and his breath was short, and then he began to nag incessantly, "I need to have a child of my own as soon as possible, and we must let people know that the succession to the throne of Naples is inherited by us, and I don't want to give up the throne to Chassan and her brother one day." ”

Alexandria VI's bear child Geoffrey's wife Chasan is the half-sister of the dead short-lived ghost Ferdinand II, and in addition to Ferdinand II, Chasan has a closer half-brother, although Ferdinand II died because he had no heirs The throne of Naples fell into the hands of Frederick, but if Frederick's descendants are also extinct, then the future ownership of the throne of Naples may be somewhat unclear.

Alfred was still very young, and he didn't need to worry about the heirs, but what happened in the past few days made him start to be afraid, he was afraid that one day he would suddenly fall to the ground like his father, unconscious, and even more worried that he might encounter some terrible palace conspiracy, and the thought that the throne of Naples might return to the hands of his cousin Ferdinand II in the future, Alfred felt as if the sky was about to fall.

Once he became nervous, Alfred became agitated, and he hurriedly began to pick at the clothes on his body, despite the fact that there was anyone next to him, while talking non-stop.

Visa obviously didn't expect Alfred to do this suddenly, she was thrown to the ground and could only pull her clothes while struggling and shouting, and Alfred didn't listen to the rough pull as if he was almost crazy, and at the same time his face was flushed, his forehead was bruised, and the terrifying appearance made the maid next to him scream in fright.

A small "pop" sound came from behind Alfred, and his body stiffened, and then he slowly slipped and climbed on top of Josha with a sluggish expression.

The squire stood there as he knocked the prince unconscious with the hilt of his sword and shook his dry throat with force, until Josha pushed the fainted Alfred away from his body in some rage.

"I'm sorry Your Highness," the squire said without knowing who he was apologizing, and then he met Ji Sha with angry and even a somewhat terrible look, "I'm sorry, I didn't expect His Highness to be like this, he ......"

"Looks like my husband is really sick," Josha interrupted the attendant, her eyes fixed on the attendant's face until he lowered his head in nervousness, "moving him to bed, and then going to call the doctor." ”

The squire nodded in panic and ran out, not wanting to know what would happen after he left, just as he didn't want anyone to know that he had already become a subordinate of Josa, or that since the events of the queen's rebellion, the entire palace of Naples had been completely controlled by the princess and the count of Mordillo.

"It's a real nuisance." Standing on the edge of the bed, looking at Alfred who was lying unconscious in front of her, she touched her forehead a little helplessly, feeling a little cold.

She was really frightened just now, Alfred's almost insane behavior made her feel dangerous, and at that moment she even had the urge to pull out the short knife hidden under her skirt and stab it.

But it also reminded Josha that looking at Alfred, who was motionless, she narrowed her eyes slightly to look at her titular husband.

She waved her hand to the uneasy maid standing by and told her to step back, then took out the small bottle with green juice from her waist bag and shone it into the sun, and then carefully poured the liquid into the wine glass.

"Less." Shosha muttered, and poured some into her hand, but it seemed to be a little less, so she poured some more, and only put it away until the bottom of the bottle was facing up.

"It's for the good of all of us," Jossa said, raising her glass to Alfred's lips, "so at least it will make sure you don't do anything stupid." ”

Watching the drink slowly pour into Alfred's lips, Josha raised her hand in satisfaction and gently patted the prince's cheek.

"You'll sleep very well and for a long time, and when you wake up, you'll forget the stupid things you've done," she said, then added, "but if you're not honest, I'll help you." ”

She exhaled slowly, but the smile on her face slowly faded as she turned her back.

The intimidation Alfred inflicted on her still frightened her, and just thinking that this usually humble and polite person was going to commit violence to her in front of the servants, and her body couldn't help but tremble with nervousness and fear.

He felt at that moment that this man was so powerful and terrifying, and she even doubted that if she continued to resist, he would kill her.

This was the first time that Tsusha had faced such a thing, and it was the first time that she really realized how different men and women were.

Should Alfred still have a chance to offend himself?

She turned her head slightly, but she didn't turn around completely, she had been trying to restrain her emotions so as not to reveal her disgust for the person behind her, even when he was asleep, she still maintained the respect that a wife should have for her husband.

Because only in this way can you not expose your inner thoughts because of the impulse.

But now she feels that this effort could cause more trouble for herself.

Alfred's sometimes overly emotional actions were inscrutable, and she could feel the fire in Alfred's eyes that seemed to consume her every time he looked at her.

And she is, at least nominally, the wife of this man.

So what else can she use to protect herself at such a time?

She held up the bottle with only a trace of juice left in front of her eyes, looked at it, and then carefully put it away.

Bad things always make people feel bad, but Tsusha's mood is not bad.

Frederick had been asleep for a long time, while Alfred had become emotionally unstable and impulsive due to the successive blows.

And Josha took advantage of this sudden turn of events to at least temporarily get rid of Alfred's entanglement.

Everything didn't seem bad, but Tsusha knew things were far from rosy.

Coming out of Alfred's dormitory, Josha walked slowly, she was familiar with the palace, she used to run and play in it for a long time, but she never thought that one day she would become the master of it.

Or maybe she hadn't thought about marrying Alfred, maybe Alexander had thought that way before he appeared, but now, looking at the palace, Jossa felt a little interested.

Several servants hurried out of a room, all of them smelling faintly foul, and looking at the bucket full of feces and urine in one of their hands, Jisha frowned and ducked back slightly.

"How is Your Majesty?" Jisha asked.

"Your Highness, Your Majesty has just woken up," the servant wiped the yellow stains on his hands casually, and then looked back at the open door, "but now he fell asleep again. ”

Josha nodded, looked at the door, and then turned to leave.

To her surprise, when she returned to her room, which had been turned into an office, she saw a young man walking up and down the hallway outside the living room, and the guards at the door were staring at him, and she guessed that the black-clad Jew had been waiting for him.

Sure enough, the young man immediately showed a look of joy when he saw him, but before he could get closer, the guards had already stopped him.

"Your Highness, I am Joseph Buccini, a creditor of His Majesty the King, and I wish I could speak with you." The young Jew, who had been pushed backwards by the guards, struggled and kept shouting, and when he saw that he had stopped, he stopped to get rid of the guards, and stretched out his hand to pull his clothes, making himself look more steady, "I'm sorry, Your Highness, I can only wait for you here, you know that I can't enter the hall in front of me." ”

Jossa nodded slowly, she had already known that Frederick had borrowed a sum of money to form a city defense, and that the Count of Mordilo had even tried to marry Alfred in exchange for promising to repay Frederick the huge sum.

However, she didn't expect to see the creditor like this, and looked at the Jew Zhensha with an indifferent expression and asked, "So you are here to collect the debt?" ”

"No, Your Highness," Joseph Buccini looked at Josha's beautiful angelic face, suppressing the excitement in his heart and making his expression look as natural and relaxed as possible, "On the contrary, I think we have a bigger business to do. ”