Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

Although she seems to have a deep love for her sister now, but for people of the upper class.

Before getting in touch with the core interests, before opening Pandora's box, who can know how dirty or clean the heart is hidden inside?

Grace could only vaguely feel what she wanted to talk to her about from the red pupils that cast her gaze from time to time.

But due to Avro's presence, she seemed unable to speak directly.

Grace has no relevant memories, so it is wise to remain silent until there is enough information.

So, she also followed Afro's example and tilted her head, looking at the snowy scenery passing by outside the window.

The snow bent the branches, as if someone took a paintbrush and dipped it in color, outlining all the dry and whirling branches with pure white shadows.

With such auspicious snow, next year will definitely be a good harvest year.

"That's right, Grace."

In the end, it was Victoria, the elder, who spoke first. She held her fist in her fist and carefully handed it over like a rare treasure.

Then, the long and slender fingers with distinct knuckles opened.

"I haven't given this to you yet. It was what you wanted to eat at the banquet yesterday."

At this moment, Victoria's eyebrows drooped gently. She should have been a rose covered with thorns, but now she was like a warm tulip.

She didn't show anything about S at all. Instead, she looked like the kind of gentle eldest sister.

Is Victoria really S?

Grace lowered her eyes and saw that the thing in Victoria's hand was actually a round jellybean wrapped in colorful icing.

"sugar?"

She couldn't help but pronounce the names of things, slightly frowning her delicate eyebrows, and an instinctive resistance arose spontaneously.

Victoria nodded, stuffed the sweets into Grace's hand, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and explained,

"Well, don't you love sweets the most? You used to always pester me for sweets, why don't you like them now?"

Favorite sweet tooth?

The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional. Avro's index finger on the foggy glass bounced imperceptibly.

Grace looked carefully into Victoria's eyes.

They were a pair of eyes that could not be described in words. They were neither clear nor delicate gems. The layers of red were the thickest in the center of the pupils, like bright red blood.

Her eyes reflected the gorgeous carriage and the pale and freezing frost and snow behind her, as if she could easily plunder everything she saw.

But her sharpness finally softened into gentle eyes focused on herself.

Grace felt an indescribable emotion.

Grace, who didn't understand the original Fifth Princess at all, didn't know how to respond to Victoria.

It would be better to tell Victoria directly that she has lost her memory, and then - gradually through the clues when getting along, to confirm whether this imperial sister is a good person.

There is no such thing as a perfect lie in this world. As long as there are enough details, anyone's disguise can be detected.

So, Grace lowered her head, like a pitiful rabbit, and said softly and softly,

"I'm sorry, Sister Huang... I don't want to eat."

"Well... I seem to have lost some memories." - I am very controllable now.

At this moment, Grace raised her wet and pitiful eyes like a wounded deer and looked at Victoria.

Then, she saw Victoria's pupils dilate subtly for a moment.

I don’t know if Sister Huang is happy, shocked, or just out of temper, excited after seeing others showing their weak and vulnerable side.

Grace took in everything and patted her head vigorously, pretending to be annoyed and remorseful.

"But I don't know. Sometimes I can remember a little bit, and sometimes I can't. My mind is very confused." - You can make up some memories to fool me.

Although Avro's thoughts forced her to tilt her head and look out the window, her body still turned around involuntarily, holding her breath and concentrating, not wanting to miss such a big show for a second.

It's amazing!

What a great actress...Grace.

Then, Grace could only feel a soft body approaching.

Like the blazing sun, it is hot enough to melt winter frost and snow.

I really... don't like this kind of warm contact.

On the other side that no one can see, Grace's eyes are distant and determined, like a cold mountain that has not changed for thousands of years.

She was held tightly in Victoria's arms, her chest was pressed against the softness of a woman, and her hot breath came from her sensitive earlobes.

She couldn't help but shrink back.

But the further he retreated, the tighter he was held.

Victoria made a soft promise in the girl's ear,

"It's okay Grace, don't be afraid, I will protect you, and I won't let him hurt you again."

"Who is he?"

When the imperial sister asked such a question in confusion, Victoria pressed her hand against the girl's shoulder, feeling the girl's cold body temperature and faint fragrance, but the corners of her lips rose imperceptibly.

21. Afro: It’s all embarrassing, so bad!

"Grace..."

Victoria stroked her head gently, as warm and moving as a soothing spring breeze, "He is still too dangerous for you now."

"I will tell you when the time is right."

Her voice of promise was very soft, but it seemed to have magical powers that made people believe it.

Finally, Victoria raised her slender green-white hands and placed them on Grace's cheek. Grace subconsciously shook her head to avoid it, but Victoria keenly caught it.

She emphasized it again, her eyes becoming more determined, as if she had the determination to split mountains and cross seas,

"It doesn't matter, sister Huang, I will protect you."

Grace always felt something was strange. She couldn't explain it, so she lowered her eyes anxiously. She could only pretend to be an innocent and soft little white rabbit and asked:

"Is he...the Nurki who poisoned me?"

Victoria frowned slightly, seemingly worried, and did not answer Grace directly.

"The interrogation room has not yet concluded the coffin."

She glanced at Afro, who was eavesdropping with her ears upright. Her alert eyes seemed to be caressed by the cold wind, and finally she placed her delicate white hand on Grace's arm intimately.

"Besides, Miss Avro Argerich is still here."

Avro was sitting in the carriage, and the conversation between the two was inevitable.

Growing up in a rural town, she didn't have much knowledge about the classes above the nobility.

When her name was called, she just answered honestly and honestly,

"Don't worry about me, Your Highness Victoria, I believe my brother can't do such a thing."

Victoria's eyes passed over Grace and reached Avro, and she immediately became indifferent, no, even too aggressive.

As if someone had taken away her beloved thing, Victoria had a special hostility towards Afro, so subtle that it was almost an emotional Shura field.

"Did I ask you to talk now?"

The almost questioning voice fell, and the atmosphere in the warm car was even close to freezing point.

Grace even wondered if the doors and windows were not closed tightly, allowing the freezing cold wind to rush in.

Avro felt as if she had been bitten by a dog on the road for no reason. She could only immediately lean over the carriage and salute and apologize:

"Sorry, Your Highness Victoria."

Class is a mountain they cannot cross now.

Grace knew that only she could save herself now.

Judging from the brief words before, Grace seems to be a relatively weak existence in front of Victoria.

Then in front of her, just show the weakest and most vulnerable part.

Grace pulled the half-kneeling Avro up, and then gently tugged on Victoria's sleeves.

"Queen..."

Not the kind of coquettish voice with a soft voice, but the look of struggling between the two of them, at a loss, embarrassed and soft-hearted.

Because the imperial sister pampers herself even more, she can only try to please her like a pet that keeps circling its owner's thigh with its body to ease the atmosphere.

"Afro, she...she is my good friend now, and I can basically trust her completely, so don't be too...that towards her."

Victoria seemed to find it helpful. She patted Grace's head lovingly, just like an owner declaring sovereignty and enjoying the intimacy of raising a pet.

"Did Grace know her before?"

"I don't know her, but Sister Huang... Afro is an upright, selfless, kind and gentle woman."

Grace said, looking at Afro who was frowning.

However, judging from her confusion and slight movements of shrinking back, she did not accept such a kindness.

But Grace didn't care. She tapped her chin with her index finger as if she was thinking hard, and continued,

"I believe that a family that can raise an outstanding young lady like her will not cultivate such a bold villain."

"So, I think the person who poisoned was not Nurki..."

Grace uses a lot of nonsense to try to prove to Victoria that she is a fool now.

Victoria's scarlet eyes were deep and complicated, unable to be penetrated. Her gaze was firmly locked on Grace's face and she asked:

"Does Grace admire Nurki?"

Grace shook her head, "I can't say I appreciate it, I just don't want to slander an innocent person, and I want to marry him later..."

"Forget it, why mention him?"

Seemingly tired of such boring conversations, Victoria deliberately changed the subject and asked with concern,

"But why is the memory lost?"

"Um……"

Grace's beautiful eyes were slack, she lowered her head and pursed her lips, pretending to be trying to remember.

"Maybe it's a side effect of the goddess's blessing. Now I can only remember some basic things, such as common sense and some of my own names."

"But I don't know much about anything else. I can only know that such a thing exists, but I can't recall the specific memory."

Victoria seemed to be particularly concerned about this, and she quickly asked, "How much more can Grace remember?"

Grace shook her head and said, "I don't know."

"I will be angry if we forget the important agreement between us."

Victoria pretended to be angry with a straight face, and pinched Grace's cheek directly with her hand, as close as a pair of ordinary sisters.

"I'm going to ask you a few questions now to test you."

Grace blinked calmly as acquiescence.

"Do you remember the name of the puppy we raised together?"

"do not remember."

"Father's favorite book?"

"do not remember."

"Your favorite dessert, Rose Date?"

When it came to desserts, Grace didn't like to break her habits. She shook her head blankly.

"I don't know. It seems that I can only eat tasteless food now. Eating other food will make me sick to my stomach, so I can't eat desserts either."

All messages, undoubtedly not conveyed to Victoria, are that I am now a very manageable person.