The tentative voice of the "host ......" system sounded in Dill 's head.

"Say"

"Actually, the emperor has always cared about you very much, she ......"

"I know," Dill interrupted her stiffly before she could finish speaking, "but she has a lot of other things that are more important than mine, right?" ”

"That's not the case," the system hurriedly retorted, "in the emperor's heart, you have always been her most important person. ”

"So what?" The corners of dill's lips were slightly hooked, but there was no smile in her eyes.

"So......" system was a little speechless for a while.

As a person who has always followed the emperor, Nanzhi can clearly see how dill is inseparable and irreplaceable for the emperor.

However, these emotions never showed themselves to the host. The emperor perceived by the host is just a mother who has not seen him for many years and ignores him.

When the host needed someone to accompany her the most, the emperor never appeared by her side, no matter how big the courtyard was, no matter how good the food and clothing were, she was just alone after all.

The system knows that the host will inevitably think of her mother when she sees the empress of this small world, and the system is very eager to defend the emperor and say some comforting words.

But when it really came time to speak, she found that she had nothing to say.

The facts are there, and no matter how many reasons she finds and what kind of beautification she makes, it will be useless after all.

"Hehe," Dill smiled faintly, "Nanzhi, you don't have to think about it, I'm used to that, so I won't care about it anymore." ”

The words that are spoken on the lips, the scars engraved in the bottom of the heart, have always been used to cover up the backlash. No one will still talk about things they don't care about, and no one will be stunned because they don't care.

Ten minutes later, the knock on the door was heard again.

After getting permission for Dill to "enter", a middle-aged man in a black tuxedo pushed open the door.

The man was not as young as his face appeared, and he was the oldest butler of the royal family, and he was respected for his modesty and personability.

"Steward Des," Dill nodded lightly at the man.

Des showed a respectful and proper smile, put one hand on his chest and bowed to the dill, and greeted, "Your Highness the Princess." ”

Dill bowed slightly.

Des took two steps forward, but still kept a distance of more than five meters from the dill, and he gently placed a tan tote bag that looked low-key and modest on the table.

"Your Royal Highness, this is the book you wanted." With that, Des bowed again, and after Dill nodded, he turned and left the room.

Dill opened her handbag, which was full of more than 30 books, textbooks for various subjects, and supporting tutorial materials.

In the outermost pocket of the tote bag is a class schedule and a simple-looking stationery bag.

Although these things may seem simple to the extreme, dill knows that they are worth a lot of money just as much.

Tote bags and stationery bags are plain and have no extra floral ornaments, but their fabrics are used to make the most exclusive dresses.

Dill touched the fabric of the tote bag and a satisfied smile appeared on her lips.

Steward Des is indeed a person who is good at figuring out his thoughts, and he can do what he needs without saying much, such a person is indeed a lot of worry.