To Film's chagrin, she was as pure as a water-squeezing woman, her pale eyes filled with tears, and her cheeks flushed as if Filmin had slapped her.

Filming glanced at the maids, still chatting over tea, and Rosemary didn't look at it, but took the opportunity to fiddle with the fruitcake to see what was inside.

No one noticed what was happening, but it made Filin understand the hypocrisy of the court maids, and was afraid of how they would spread the rumors about what his bastard son had said that brought tears to the princess's eyes.

Fihrin cursed her clumsiness, reminding herself that no matter how noble Floya's status was, she was only older than Filyn and lived alone in a foreign land.

Instead of telling her this directly, Filin had to tell Etro the problem and let him arrange for another person to explain it to her.

Then, it dawned on him that he had chosen someone to explain these things to her. Fei Lin smiled nervously at her again, and she quickly followed Fei Lin's eyes to look at the group of maids, and returned to a dignified and proper manners, which could not help but make Fei Lin proud.

"And what do you suggest?" she asked calmly.

"Flynn suggests," said Flynn modestly, "I am ashamed of my audacity to advise the Queen, and I want to ask her forgiveness.

However, he also advised her to reward the two court maids with special favors as a reward for their loyalty. ”

She nodded understandingly. "What, then, is it to bestow?"

"Let them have a private meeting with you in the queen's chambers, perhaps with a special bard or puppeteer.

It doesn't matter what kind of entertainment you offer, the point is that the maids who are not loyal to you will not be able to choose you to attend such a party. ”

"That sounds like His Majesty's specialty. ”

"Perhaps! He's good at playing this game with his attendants and henchmen, but he has malicious intent to punish those who don't flatter. ”

"What about Film?"

"And you, Your Highness the Princess, should use this to praise those who have been faithful to you, and instead of punishing those who have been unfaithful to you, you should spend quality time with those who have been loyal to you, and these people will surely repay you. ”

"Filmin understood. What about the bard?"

"Look for Fang Run! His diligent singing is the most touching to the hearts of the maids. ”

"Can you see if he's free tonight?"

"Queen," Filin smiled, "you are the Princess, and it is a great honor to come to him, and he will never be too busy to come." ”

She sighed again, but quietly. She nodded for Filin to leave, and got up and smiled at her maids, begging them for forgiveness for the gaffe this morning, and then asked if they could come to her room tonight.

As she watched them look at each other and smile, she knew they were there. Filin remembered their names: Mrs. Hope and Mrs. Qianxun.

Filming saluted and walked out of the room, but no one noticed Film's departure.

So Filin became Floya's advisor. Neither the companion nor the advisor was Filin's favorite role, he had to whisper in her ear like a tongue biter what to do next, which was not a pleasant errand, in fact.

Fei Lin felt that Fei Lin's reproach weakened her power, and Fei Lin taught her how to hold power in the court like a spider's web, which also made her gradually degenerate.

She was right, these were His Majesty's tricks. If, for the sake of a higher ideal, she acted in a manner that was gentler than that of His Majesty, Filin's intentions would be advantageous to the people.

Fihrin wanted to see her in power so that she could secure the throne of Hermes and bring everyone to their knees.

Mrs. Starlight waited to see Filin every morning, and she and Rem took these meetings very seriously.

Constellation thinks that Filin is completely obedient to her, as if Filin is still her maid, and does not think of asking Filin to help her transcribe an ancient scroll on precious reed paper, or to ask Filin to demonstrate her refined flute playing skills.

She always volunteered to intervene because she wasn't working hard enough in a certain area, and then busily spent most of the hour instructing Filmin in confusing ways.

Filin tries to be polite and obedient, but feels that he is caught up in a conspiracy to keep Filin from seeing Ariana. Filin knew that Constellation was wise in doing so, but wisdom didn't soothe loneliness.

Even though they try not to let Filin see Ariana, Filin sees Ariana at all times.

Oh, not only herself, but also the cloak she hung on her chair, and even the honey in the honey cake, all burned so sweetly with the smell of Ariana.

Would it be silly if Filyn sat by the candle sniffing the fragrance, or sat in a chair leaning against her snow-soaked cloak?

At times, Filin felt like Floya, drowning in her responsibilities and obligations, with no time left to live her life.

Filming reports weekly to Atro on Floya's progress in the court clouds, and Atro suddenly reminds Filin that the maids who are courteous to her are the ones who are most infatuated with His Majesty.

Therefore, he must warn her who to treat in moderation and to whom to smile sincerely.

At times, he thought to himself that Philin would rather quietly carry out an assassin mission for the king than get involved in the disputes over these secret schemes.

But then King Creek sent a notice to summon Film.

The news came early one morning, and he hurriedly changed his clothes and went to the king.

This was the first time he had summoned Filmin since he returned to Fort Bucks. The feeling of being ignored was unsettling to Film. Was he unhappy with what Filin had done at Berkeley? He could have told Filin bluntly.

However, a feeling of uncertainty still churned in Filin's heart. Fei Lin tried to speed up his preparations and hurry to Jin to meet him, but he didn't forget to pay special attention to his appearance, but he didn't do either thing well.

Filin's hair, which had been cut short by illness in the mountains, had grown long, like Hermes's thick and uncombed hair, and to make matters worse, Filin's beard had grown rougher and thicker.

Borges had already told Filin twice, and he asked Filin to decide whether he wanted to grow his beard or shave more.

When he shaved Filin's beard, which was as messy as a pony's winter fur, he accidentally struck a few scars, and he decided that a messy beard would be less noticeable than bleeding from his face.

Filin combed his hair back, wishing he could tie a warrior's braid, and then pinned the brooch that the king had given Fihrin to his shirt so that Fihrin was our prince's people, and hurried to meet him.

As he hurried down the corridor toward the king's door, His Majesty suddenly stepped out of his own door.

Filin stopped and tried not to bump into him, but felt as if he was trapped, so he had to stare at him.

I had seen him a few times since he had returned, but had always caught a glimpse of him in the hallway or while running errands.

But now, the two stood at close range, less than an arm's length, glaring at each other.

People look so similar that they can almost be mistaken for brothers, and when he realizes this, he can't help but be shocked.

His hair is curler, his facial features are more detailed, and his demeanor has a stronger aristocratic atmosphere.

His costume was made of peacock feathers, while Filin wore nothing more than a motley garment made of wren feathers, with no silver embroidery on the collar and cuffs.

But just by looking at the appearance, you can see at a glance that the two of them are both members of the Zhiyuan family.

People have a creek-like chin and eyebrows, as well as the same curvature of the lower lip.

They didn't have Hermes's athletic physique, but Filin was stronger than His Majesty.

The people were less than ten years apart, and only his thin skin prevented him from splattering his blood five steps. Fei Lin looked into his eyes, wishing to pull out his internal organs.

He smiled, showing his white teeth. "Little bastard," he greeted pleasantly, his smile sharpened, "or should he call you Lady Waste? His clear and precise pronunciation was undoubtedly humiliating to Film.

"Your Majesty, Prince. Filin replied in the same tone, waiting for him to respond with unprecedented cold patience. He's going to go on the offensive first.

Verse 32: Your son wants to kill Filin

The people confronted each other for a while, and each other's eyes locked firmly on each other.

Then, he lowered his head and pretended to pat the dust off his sleeve, and strode past Film, but Filmin did not give way.

He didn't push Filin as he used to, and Filin took a breath and moved on.

Filin did not recognize the guard at the door, but he waved his hand to let Filin enter the king's room.

Filmin sighed, then assigned another task to himself. He had the opportunity to learn to memorize the names and faces of others, and it just so happened that a large number of people were now crowding into the court to see the new queen, and I would be recognized by people I didn't know.

"He's the little bastard, you seem.

Two days earlier, he had heard a smoked pork dealer say this to his apprentice outside the kitchen door, and Filin felt deeply hurt.

For me, things are changing too fast.

King Creek's room shocked Film. Filming had expected a window that would open to welcome the cold winter air, and then watched Creek sit at the table in full gear, as majestic as a commander listening to an officer's report.

He was always a perceptive elder, demanding of himself, waking up early every day, and as shrewd and cunning as his name suggests.

Filin walked into his bedroom and looked through the open door.

In the door, where shadows still covered half of the bedroom, a servant was tidying up cups and plates by the palatial curtains, and he glanced at Filin and looked away, apparently thinking that I was also a manservant.

The air in the room was stagnant, and there was a musty smell as if it had not been inhabited or ventilated for a long time.

Filin waited a while for the servant to inform King Creek that I was coming, and as he continued to ignore Filin's visit, he cautiously walked to the bedside.