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In addition to dealing with the backlog of affairs throughout Saint Laurent as usual, they also have to work harder to fight for power with the increasingly blatant Twelve Families.

In fact, many of the decrees, after Artos has been processed, have actually been issued to the following, and very few have actually been implemented.

Most of the decrees will be discussed and revised again by the heads of the twelve families of the Round Table, and they will become completely different.

Anyway, it's completely different from Artos's.

But Artos still had to do that, and he couldn't just because of that give up his control over the power to issue decrees.

Otherwise, his situation will become even more embarrassing.

Other than that, it's the funeral.

His father's funeral.

In fact, the king's funeral is naturally handled by a special person, and all Aaltos has to do is to familiarize himself with the process of the day and arrive on time.

There are more things he has to prepare than the funeral.

For example, how to deal with the troubles of those who are eyeing the funeral after the funeral.

After the funeral, it was announced that Aaltos would be placed under house arrest.

In other words, this decision is already a well-known thing for Fei Lengcui.

He seemed to have no choice.

Just wait for the funeral to end, and then spend your whole life in a dark room, waiting for death to come.

Unless, unless he was able to get the Teutonic Knights into the city.

After recalling the Teutonic Knights and Prince Gleiin on the 16th, he let him out of the city after meeting with him once.

He couldn't leave his last strength, his last weight, just outside the city, to be ruined by others.

In fact, in the past few days, there have been countless forces, both overt and covertly, trying to provoke the Teutonic Knights.

As long as they succeed once, then Artos is completely finished.

Therefore, he was especially looking forward to the arrival of that person.

Su Junyan.

Where the hell are you?

Artos curled up in his chair in infinitely exhaustion.

His palace.

His study.

He was the only one.

He felt lonely and helpless like never before.

Once upon a time, before his father died, at least, he had one thing to rely on.

Although, his father's health was so poor that he couldn't get out of bed at all.

However, there was still a man standing behind him.

Now, there is no last resort.

He just wanted to sleep at the moment and not wake up again.

But reason told him that he couldn't sleep, that he had a lot of things to do, that he had to do, and that if he didn't, he might die.

It doesn't matter if he's dead.

Yves Saint Laurent is gone.

Struggling to brace himself, Altos decided to take a shower and let himself relax before confronting the complexities.

As he walked to the bathroom, he took off the thick layer of armor.

Yes, even in his own palace, Artos has always maintained the habit of armor.

That's to make people ignore his age, and his delicate face, making him look more tough and cold.

It wasn't until this moment that he took off the armor on his body, and he could be regarded as truly returning to himself.

Altos.

Pushing open the door to the ornate bathroom, Altos stood in front of the mirror.

In the mirror, there is a pale and slender body.

Because of the constant depression and lack of sleep, with a sickly, morbid beauty.

He looked at himself in the mirror for a minute.

This is the true self, the fragile self.

When he was very young, he wished that he would only be himself in the mirror.

Unfortunately, the world didn't allow him to do that.

Dip into a bath that is already filled with hot water.

He soaked for a long time.

When he woke up from his deep sleep, he almost thought it was almost dawn.

It's so relaxing.

Too indulgent.

He didn't have any extra time left to indulge himself.

Gotta figure it out.

He got up, stepped out of the bath, opened the bathroom door, and walked out naked.

A second.

He screamed.

Then, he quickly returned to the bathroom and closed the door deadly.

The heart beats rapidly and rapidly.

It feels like I'm about to jump out.

It's not that he sees a ghost.

It's him......

I saw Su Junyan.

"Hey, Ah ......" Su Junyan was also stunned, and the words he had prepared couldn't be spoken.

Because of Artos, he, oh no, maybe, should be called ......

She?

A long time ago, a man said that the king of Saint Laurent, His Royal Highness the Prince, was, in fact, a woman.

At that time, Su Junyan still didn't believe it.

But, just now, a second ago, he saw ......

A pale, sickly body, in the bright light of the bathroom and the dark shadows of the study.

Like a sad elf.

"Damn it. Su Junyan muttered to himself, feeling a little incredible.

Then he began to complain about the Mithril warriors who had given him information.

What to say, Altos spends the night here every night and no one else.

The timing was just right.

It's just ......

"Okay, En......" Su Junyan coughed a little embarrassed and said to the closed bathroom door, "When I come in, I should knock on the door." ”

There was no response from inside the door.

Only some rapid breathing could be faintly heard.

Also, a beating, incredibly fast heart.

Is Altos really a woman?

The crown prince of Yves Saint Laurent, in fact, should be a princess?

Well, a big surprise.

Or rather, frightened.

Especially, in such a stormy time for Saint Laurent.

"I'm sorry...... I ......, "Su Junyan really doesn't know what to say."

Half a minute later, the bathroom door opened on its own.

Wrapped in a heavy bathrobe, as if wearing a heavy armor, Artos walked in front of Su Junyan.

"It's okay. She tried to calm herself, although the faint shyness on her face that the man had seen her body did not dissipate.

But, in her eyes, there was already calm.

"Thank you for coming to see me. She thanked Su Junyan very seriously.

"You're welcome......" Su Junyan didn't want to talk about the topic just now, but her long hair and her delicate figure that couldn't be concealed even under the heavy bathrobe still made Su Junyan couldn't help but think of her identity as a woman.

"Uh...... What should I call you?"

“...... You die. ”

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The second more.

This chapter unveils a previously buried stalk.,I believe I've been chasing friends.,I must have understood it a long time ago.,Haha.。 (To be continued.) )