I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 542 Explanation (Transition)
The bright spring sunlight streamed through the tall arched windows of the Baghnia Embassy, ​​casting warm dappled patterns on the exquisitely embroidered carpet.

Outside the window, the red-tiled roofs of Neamané undulate against the blue sky, while the distant church spires outline the elegant skyline of the capital of the Bohemian Empire.

In the embassy's small living room, three men dressed in Baghian diplomat uniforms sat around a small table inlaid with mother-of-pearl. On the table were white porcelain tea sets from Taobao, and wisps of tea aroma rose with the steam.

Flower Lin, as Bagnia's ambassador to the Bohemian Empire and the eldest of his brothers, gently blew on the golden tea in his cup.

He was nearly forty-five years old, and there were fine lines around his eyes, but he still maintained the elegance unique to the Lin family.

"I just received a letter from China."

Flower put down her teacup, her voice calm.

“My father is doing well in the summer palace in the country, where pear blossoms are in full bloom this spring.”

Lucas, the youngest of the embassy's deputy envoys, breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this. He was only twenty-five years old and still had a youthful air about him.

"So Chris really only restricted his father's freedom? There was no other mistreatment?"

The other deputy envoy, the third elder brother Edgar, chuckled and added a spoonful of honey to his tea.

"Mistreatment?"
As far as I know, my father continued his daily routine of reading, playing chess, and taking walks in the garden. Aside from not being able to leave the Summer Palace, his life was not much different from before; he even had time to raise a few thrushes.

Flower nodded, her fingertips lightly tapping the rim of the teacup.

"To be honest, this result is much better than we expected. When I received the news of the merger between the Kingdom of Minicia and the Kingdom of Bagnia, I thought..."

He paused, not finishing his sentence, but the other two understood what he meant.

"Who would have thought that Chris, the most unassuming one among us, would have such courage and skill?"

Edgar shook his head, a hint of disbelief in his voice.

"I never expected him to treat his father in such a gentle way."

Lucas leaned forward and lowered his voice.

"I'm wondering if Chris deliberately sent us all abroad to avoid bloodshed within the family?"

The faint sounds of market activity drifted in from outside the window, but the room fell silent for a moment, with only the soft hissing of steam rising from the teapot.

Flower finally smiled, a smile that contained relief, but also a touch of bitter wisdom.

"Perhaps we should thank Chris. Perhaps Father's reign in his later years was indeed not good, and Bagnia needed to be saved. And Chris, despite his drastic methods, at least brought the kingdom back to life."

Lucas finally showed a relaxed smile.

"So, shouldn't we have a drink to celebrate Father's well-being, Bagnia's stability, and our own future?"

Flower raised his teacup, and the other two followed suit.

"For my father's health."

"For Bagnia."

"And also for our amazing little brother Chris."

Three delicate white porcelain teacups gently clinked together in mid-air, producing a crisp sound.

The spring sunshine grew warmer, illuminating the expressions on the three people's faces with a bright and gentle light through the rising steam from the tea.

In that instant, the tension and anxiety brought about by the family coup seemed to melt away in this cup of spring tea from the homeland.

……

The warm spring sun shines on the gardens of Bagnya Palace, where newly blooming roses and lilies sway gently in the breeze. Amidst this vibrant sea of ​​flowers, a delightful scene is unfolding.

Eighteen-year-old Mia, her skirt tied at her waist, was riding on the back of a huge white pig. The pig was fat and tall, all white, with pink ears that swayed as it ran.

"Hurry up, Elsa!"

Mia cried out joyfully, clutching the ribbon tied around the pig's neck with one hand and waving the other in the air.

"We've surpassed that butterfly!"

Elsa huffed and puffed as she ran across the lawn with the girl on her back, grass clippings flying everywhere she went.

Under the white pavilion in the center of the garden, Queen Elena, five months pregnant, leaned against a soft couch, watching this scene with a gentle smile on her lips.

She gently stroked her high, protruding belly, her eyes filled with indulgent light. "Mia, be careful not to fall!"

Elena raised her voice to remind her, but there was no hint of blame in her tone.

Elsa made a sharp turn, and Mia almost slipped off the pig's back. She quickly grabbed Elsa's neck and let out a string of silvery laughter.

"Look how fast Elsa runs!"

Mia called out as she turned around, her cheeks flushed with excitement.
"It's more agile than those clumsy horses in the stable!"

"Yes, it seems we should consider making Aisha a pig general."

Elena joked, picking up the flower tea beside her and taking a sip.

Mia rode Elsa around to the pavilion, then nimbly jumped off the pig's back. Elsa affectionately rubbed her nose against Mia's palm.

Mia walked up to Elena and unceremoniously grabbed a pastry and stuffed it into her mouth.

"If Chris saw you like this, he'd definitely shake his head."

Elena smiled and handed Mia a cup of tea.

Mia, her mouth full of pastries, mumbled incoherently.

"He wouldn't do that. He would just give me an extra piece of candy to eat."

Upon hearing this, Elena's gaze softened.

"Yes, that's why he never stops you from riding Elsa around."

Elena shook her head gently.

He said this is the happiness you deserve.

Mia sat down next to Elena and rested her head on the Queen's shoulder. If the court officials had seen this, they would have been stunned.

"Sister Elena, when the little prince is born, I want to teach him to ride Elsa too."

Mia said naively.

Elena couldn't help but laugh.

"Then you'll have to ask Chris first whether he agrees to his heir learning to ride a pig."

The two women smiled at each other. A spring breeze swept through the garden, bringing with it the fragrance of flowers. Elsa rolled around leisurely on the lawn, enjoying the sunshine.

Mia stuffed another pastry into her mouth and suddenly pressed her ear against Elena's stomach.

"Little Chris is kicking me!"

She exclaimed in surprise.

Elena stroked Mia's hair, her eyes filled with affection.

This kindness was directed at Mia herself, and also aimed at gaining her support.

Although Mia is young and romantic, no one in Bagnia dares to underestimate her presence.

Besides her friendship with King Chris, this was also due to the fact that she commanded a special forces unit in the Bagnya Snow Mountain that could be considered a general's personal guard.

Elena's fingers gently combed through Mia's blonde hair, but her gaze went beyond the girl's head, as if she could penetrate the palace walls and see the mountain troops stationed on the outskirts of the city, loyal to the innocent and carefree girl before her.

Suddenly, Mia stopped, looked up at the west, and stood up.

"what happened?"

Elena was puzzled.

"problem occurs."

"What happened?"

"Something terrible has happened in the east... A giant egg has been smashed!"

(End of this chapter)