Successors of all mankind

"Eight years old, Your Majesty."

"Ah, so many years have passed."

Amidst the King of Glory's sighs, the man in purple robes respectfully withdrew.

Although we still don't have all the answers, it's enough to know that King Rongguang is still in control of the situation.

This wise king ruled for thousands of years without ever making a mistake.

Not long after the man in purple robes left, new footsteps approached the throne from afar.

But if we don't say it, some people might think that's not a step.

Because it's so neat.

If someone were to use a stopwatch to measure the interval between each step, they would be surprised to find that the timing of each step is completely accurate!

If you then use a ruler to measure the distance of each step, you will find that the other person's steps have not changed at all.

Precision, precision, and more precision!

It's almost frightening.

When the Emerald of France stood before the King of Glory.

She knelt down respectfully, bowed, and lowered her head.

"My father sent me to give you his greetings, King Glorious!"

"The last time I saw you, I remember you were very young, but I didn't expect that after so many years, you would still look the same as you did back then."

This is not referring to her appearance, but rather that she looks exactly the same as she did at eight years old.

He was still so serious and unsmiling, and everything about him seemed to have been measured.

Their steps, manners, and postures were all the same.

King Rongguang still remembered that it was because he saw her that he abandoned the path of strict education and chose a more hands-off approach.

His daughter is different from her.

She could accept all of this, but she couldn't.

Although he was an extremely bad father, he was certain he hadn't misjudged this matter.

“I am honored that my attitude has never changed, Your Majesty.”

“No need for that. You are my daughter’s only friend and the daughter of my ally. We should be like uncle and niece.”

Princess Emerald did not raise her head, nor did she change any of her subtle movements.

This has even reached the point where people wonder if she hasn't even blinked.

“Etiquette must be observed, and rules must be followed. Your Majesty, I should not overstep them.”

"But, Your Majesty, are you alright?"

The King of Glory has said a lot today, which is unusual.

"I feel pretty good today, so I think I can say a few more words. Although you don't think so, as an elder, please allow me to interrupt you for a bit."

The Glory King looked down at Princess Emerald and asked:

"Do you have something you like? Have you chosen a future Prince of Condé for France?"

"No, Your Majesty, I have no intention of getting married, and I have no one I fancy."

"Let me put it another way, did your father choose a good match for you?"

"No, Your Majesty. But my father does have this idea, but there is no suitable candidate. The best match for a marriage alliance among the Golden Bloodline has always been another member of the Golden Bloodline, but that is almost impossible at the moment."

For Albion and Francesnia, the best solution is for the heirs of the two countries to marry.

However, they were all women.

Not long ago, another optimal solution did emerge – the Byzantine emperor.

But that's all gone now.

So everything remains the same.

"I see. But it's alright, you and your father have plenty of time, no need to rush. But is there anything else? I'm a little tired."

"That's all, Your Majesty. I've only come to say goodbye; I should return home."

"Please forgive me for not being able to see you off, and have a safe journey."

Just before Princess Emerald was about to get up and leave, King Glory added one more thing:

"However, you may think this is just an old man's meaningless rambling, but you should consider your own marriage."

Princess Emerald looked up at King Glory for the first time.

The other party continued:

"Don't worry about what your father thinks. He's too pragmatic and often overlooks people's feelings."

Princess Emerald did not speak; she simply watched the King of Glory, who was becoming increasingly talkative but showed no signs of fatigue, before rising to bow.

She left the throne room, following a rhythm that only she could follow.

After watching Princess Emerald leave, King Glorious, utterly exhausted, slumped back on his throne.

'That way, my old friend should focus more of his attention on me.'

Indeed, that is the case.

After the Emerald Princess left the Albion Throne Hall, and was once again turned away at the Golden Princess's closed door.

She then boarded her own fleet and embarked on her journey home.

This time, there's no need to rush like before.

The fleet was moving very slowly.

As the fleet entered international waters, the Emerald Princess, who remained stern and had changed back into her military uniform, turned to the general standing behind her and said:

“Encrypt your communication with the King and tell him that I suspect the King of Glory may only have a few days left.”

She suspected that the King of Glory's performance was a final burst of energy before his death.

The general paused for a moment, then bowed and strode away.

Only Princess Emerald was left standing alone on the deck.

Only when a gentle breeze blows can people see 'movement' in this princess.

Although only her hair moved.

Her long, pure black hair fluttered in the wind, yet the tips of her hair carried a layer of clear, lustrous emerald light. The hair was jet black, with the emerald shimmering deep within, rippling in layers whenever the wind blew.

It's like turning jade into hair!

This is a spectacle that should never appear on a flesh-and-blood body, and it is also the origin of the Jade Princess.

A moment later, she tied her hair into a ponytail and put on a hat.

At this point, the only movement disappeared.

She couldn't help but recall the last ramblings of the Glory King, and then looked in one direction.

Gold and jade are best friends; this is not a false political lie.

She never imagined that the other person would turn out like this.

Chapter 66 I Won't Steal It (3k)

After the fleet entered international waters, the sea breeze suddenly became stronger, and even though she had tied her hair up in a ponytail and put on a hat, her hair started to flutter again.

However, she did not leave, nor did she take any further action.

Until the general came to report.

She then turned and left, returning to her room.

Then she opened a box that she always carried with her.

The box is made of enamel and is very exquisite, and it is also inlaid with various rare gemstones.

It is also one of her few decorative items.

She prefers weapons and armor to jewels and dresses.

But this box is an exception.

Inside was a rather ordinary marble.

In terms of value, this marble is nothing compared to the jewels on the box.

Even in terms of color and gloss, it is completely outclassed.

However, it was still carefully stored in this incomparably precious enamel box.

If there's anything special about this marble, it's its jade-like color.

At the same time, this was also the gift that the Golden Princess gave her after staring at her hair for a long time when she first met her.

"Just like you, it's the color of jade!"

After that, she also received other gifts from him.

However, she felt that there was nothing special about it.

After playing with the marble in her palm for a moment, she carefully put it back and closed the box again.

"That's fine too. Nothing has changed, and everything has come to a stop."

Robert Robespierre sent back important intelligence, alarming her father, who then ordered her arrival.

She didn't want to take her friend's things away.

However, she could not disobey her father, because from childhood she had been taught one thing—to obey!

As for how to prevent one's offspring from hating and resisting the things they rule.

The rulers of the two dynasties chose two completely different paths.

The King of Glory was forced to let his children roam freely, and judging from the results, he clearly failed.

The ruler of France, on the other hand, chose an extremely rigorous education, shaping his daughter into the perfect successor he desired.

Judging from the current results, he has clearly succeeded.

The Emerald Princess of France learned everything that everyone taught her: she was politically astute, self-disciplined, exceptionally beautiful, incomparably capable, and perfectly obedient.

Everything proves that she is a perfect successor!

So at the time, she thought she should talk to the other party and see if she could get them to give that person to her.

She didn't think there was a problem because she understood him. She was filled with despair about her marriage and always felt that she would only marry because of the council and her father's orders.

And they marry someone who seems perfectly suitable to them, but whom they utterly despise.

Therefore, she thought it would be very simple; she helped him break free from the engagement and carried out her father's orders.

However, when she watched her only friend stumble and run towards that abyss...

She knew then that she was completely wrong.

That was something she would never let go of.

If you really want something, there's only one way—take it!

But that means abandoning your only friend.

That wasn't what she wanted, but she didn't know how to go against her father.

But now everything is fine, nothing has changed.

She was unharmed, and she no longer needed to consider whether she had betrayed her friends or her father.

The only one who died was an outsider who suddenly appeared.

That's right, she doesn't want to see me anymore...

She must have vaguely sensed the real reason for her arrival.