The golden morning sun passed through the window of The Hague Castle, waking up Edward from his sleep, and he casually draped himself in a somewhat fat robe with wide sleeves, and sat up from the bed to look with great interest at the blonde girl lying beside him—or rather, his beloved wife.

Allen, who hadn't woken up yet, was quiet like a cat still asleep, his pale blonde hair was scattered on the pillow, and there was still a faint pink on his white jade-like skin, and the neat bed had already been made a mess by the two of them, as if he could still see the traces of last night.

The sleeping blonde girl seemed to be startled by the sunlight at the window, and her delicate body shrunk in the quilt subconsciously flipped, her forehead frowned slightly, her small nose pouted lightly, and her bright red lips were pursed with some dissatisfaction.

Seeing this almost childlike appearance, a slight smile appeared on Edward's lips, and his right hand gently slid over the back exposed to the air, covering her with the quilt. Crawling down from the edge of the bed and standing at the window, the thick curtains were closed tightly, and the peaceful bedroom was quiet again, and only the peaceful breathing of the girl could be heard.

After tidying up a little, Edward turned and pushed open the door and walked out, where Allen's little maid was already waiting outside the door, as if she was still dozing off. The sound of the door opening woke her up, and she stood beside Edward with a red face, and craned her neck apologetically: "I'm sorry, Lord Edward, I didn't mean to ......"

"Oh...... It's okay with such trifles. Edward smiled and waved his hand, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, "But I suggest you wait a little longer before going in, and let Alan sleep a little more for now - she must be very tired now." ”

"Okay. My lord. The little maid's face was about to turn red. He didn't even dare to look Edward in the eye. I had been waiting to see the young lady's husband leave. The little maid dared to push the door open slightly, and looked inside with fear but curiosity, a pair of big timid eyes blinking constantly.

Alan was still lying on the bed, and the slight breath made the curved eyelashes tremble, and the arc of a smile rose under the delicate little nose, so that the little maid couldn't help but think about it, guessing what Miss Alan had dreamed about to be like this.

But just the mess on the bed. And the blonde girl in the spring has already made the shy little maid dare not continue to imagine - what did Lord Edward and Miss Edward do last night?

But now Edward did not have any curiosity about the cranky thoughts in the mind of a little maid, and walked slowly through the corridors of the castle, the hall that had experienced a grand feast last night was still a mess, and the oil-stained tablecloths and wine stains on the floor would have to be cleaned up by the servants for a long time.

After a night of celebration, Fort Hague was far from waking up, and the sun shone on the chaotic banquet table, as if even time would be frozen by this scene, waiting for those people to really open their eyes from their sleep. Come back to the real world.

But apparently not so for some, at least not this guy...... Edward, who was standing at the door of the hall, smiled in surprise. The black pupils reflected the figure of a high-spirited knight, and he seemed to be quite busy, preparing to leave The Hague Castle.

Obviously, the other party also noticed that someone was staring at him, and his surprised expression was not much better than Edward's, and then beckoned, with a somewhat helpless smile on his cheeks.

"Leaving the warm bed so early, aren't you going to continue to enjoy the first morning of the wedding?" said Greene Turn's expression, which was strange, strange: "The guy who can leave his wife alone in bed in the morning is the one you have always had, right?"

"The guest who can't wait to leave the host's house without even saying hello...... Oh, maybe that's it. Edward retorted, looking at the commander of the capital garrison with some curiosity: "You said you would wait for my answer, why are you leaving so soon?"

"There is no way, the king has commanded me - I have no time to stay in the port of The Hague, and His Majesty Horace is anxious for me to return. Greene Turne sighed, "I'd really like to have a drink with you if I had the chance, but it doesn't seem like much of a chance right now - the Radiant Cross bless you, Edward Witwood!"

"As for your reply, I'm not in such a hurry...... There is also a devout priest left in Fort Hague, and if you really make a final decision, you might as well take him back to Turin once again. It was only at this time that the commander's face showed a slight cunning: "And in fact, I am very relieved of you." ”

"Don't have too many illusions about me, I'm a man who has just started a family, and this is the time when I should spend more time with my wife and family, rather than wandering around. Edward chuckled, "How much loyalty does a heartless thing have to His Majesty Horace?"

"In that case, I'll have to wait to see if the pious Priest Weber Alexander can really convince our Sacred Tree Knight, Edward Wetwood. Greene Turn, with his hands behind his back, rolled over his horse and let out a long sigh of relief, and when he looked down at Edward, his gaze was more solemn than ever.

"Everything I told you last night is true, Edward Witwood, but there is only one thing I have not told the truth—the body of His Majesty Horace...... It began to deteriorate more and more, and His Royal Highness Prince Anson has not really grown up, his age makes every word he says in the Imperial Council have no weight, and there is no one who can show him the way, His Highness has never been more dangerous than now!"

"Could it be that I, a little military attache of the Wang family, can do something at such a time?"

"Yes, because Your Highness trusts you very much - never underestimate all the arrangements made by His Majesty Horace, and don't forget that one-third of the Grand Master of the Knights of the Sacred Tree has served as the military attache of the royal family!" "The more times like this, the more Your Highness needs people around you who can be trusted and loyal enough, and you are His Highness's greatest reliance, there is no one!"

............ Edward, who stood outside the castle hall, silently watched the group of cavalry who had left in a hurry, as if he was still thinking about something, but the expression on his face was as silent as a pool of stagnant water.

"Best regards, Lord Edward. Ludwig's ghostly figure appeared behind Edward, kneeling on one knee respectfully: "I hope it didn't disturb you." ”

"Does every Assassin of the Blood Banner Brotherhood like this way of walking?" Edward chuckled with a hint of teasing, "Or is it hard for you to change your habits by doing this kind of hiding for years?"

"Whatever you like, my lord. Ludwig still had the same faint smile on his face, and then he put a sealed letter in front of Edward: "This is the letter that has been delivered this morning, from the city of Turin, and it is also a letter written by Lord Marco Tasker himself, and the stamp on it has not been touched until now. ”

Marco Tasker, what could make this guy so hot? With a hint of curiosity, Edward slowly opened the envelope, and in just a moment, his otherwise calm black pupils immediately constricted!

"Duke of Berrion...... Sure enough, Green Turn's guy mentioned the adult. Edward felt as if he was about to understand what was wrong with Turin, but he still felt a little confused.

It seems that it is similar to what he imagined, the Marquis of Holard proposed to make Berion the Minister of the Seal, hoping to contain this royal family with real power in the capital, and he still has a way to deal with it, but obviously the difficulty is far more than the Marquis expected, and this Duke of Berion is not an ordinary person!

"Duke of Berrion...... What's wrong?" Before Edward could come to his senses, another voice slowly walked behind him. (To be continued......)