Unspeakable bubbles

"Well, I don't know..."

A look of surprise flashed across Ignaz's face. Judging from Isabel's expression, she clearly hated Marquis Yog to the core.

Although this met his expectations, but...

'The Marquis of Yog did indeed help her, why this?'

Section 691, Chapter 690: Letting Go

After Fogra's drunken outburst, the atmosphere at the banquet clearly became awkward.

The cheerful music brought no laughter or joy. The nobles seemed to be savoring their wine, but who had any interest in wine these days?

The Grant family is no ordinary family.

Despite his somewhat poor reputation, Marquis Fergra is currently the most powerful figure in the eastern part of the kingdom.

Could someone like this really offend the future queen by mistake during a drunken night?

'Saying that he and the southern nobles are country bumpkins in Her Highness's eyes, hmm, that's making his stance clear.'

'But why so suddenly?'

The Grant family wasn't close to the royal family in the past, but they maintained a superficial relationship.

This sudden move by Fergra has certainly given the nobles present pause for thought.

After much deliberation, they all thought of a young girl who had not yet appeared.

'No way...'

'The civil war just ended, and now...is chaos about to erupt again?'

Thinking of a certain possibility, the nobles suddenly felt that the banquet hall, which was filled with cheerful music, had taken on a more ominous atmosphere.

"Fergra"

The southern noble group arrived just in time, and the little girl at the front asked Phogla curiously, "Why are you standing at the door?"

"Hehe, I said some things that Her Highness the Princess didn't like to hear, and she kicked me out to sober up."

With a smile, Fogra said, "My lord, I'm sober now, why don't we go in together?"

"Oh"

The little girl nodded and led her increasingly large entourage into the banquet hall.

"The Marquis of Yog has arrived."

"The Duke of William is there too... uh, the Marquess Grant is back again."

The nobles present immediately turned their attention to the newly arrived group. They whispered among themselves, but none of them came over to greet them.

"..."

Mary hesitated for a moment, but finally walked towards the little girl amidst the meaningful gazes of many people.

"My lord, it's been several months since I last saw you, and you still look as dashing as ever."

“Mary!”

The young woman greeted us with a smile: "It's been a while since we last met. When we first met, you were single, but now you're married."

Bubble looked around: "Where's your Cecil?"

"Over there, the one who isn't drinking, is chatting with Duke Griffin."

"Oh?"

The little girl's gaze lingered on Cecil for a moment before quickly shifting to Andy.

"Carmen, isn't that person...?"

"That's right, he was one of the candidates back then."

Carmen looked at an old man and said, "Master, I've met an old friend, so please excuse me for a moment."

"You still can't let go even now?"

"..."

Carmen was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed: "I used to think that I had to completely destroy him, otherwise I couldn't be whole."

"But after spending so much time by your side, I've gradually let go of those feelings."

"Haha, sometimes I think, that guy has been so utterly defeated that he can't even keep his own name, why am I still so hung up on him?"

Carmen

"Ok?"

"Let's settle this once and for all."

"Yes, sir."

Carmen bowed respectfully to the young girl, took a glass of wine from the servant, and then walked toward the gardener.

...............................................................

I will stop you.

Before Carmen could speak, the old man said with a serious expression.

Do you drink alcohol?

"..."

"They really don't know how to enjoy life."

Carmen laughed and downed her drink in one gulp: "If you think it's going to get in the way, then give it a try. But I doubt you can even handle the Grant family."

"Never again... no, never again, hahaha."

After Carmen walked away laughing, Andy nervously approached the gardener: "Don't let him affect you, let's just focus on our own things."

"I see"

The old man's tone was low, as if he had suffered a great blow.

"gardener?"

“He has completely gotten rid of me. I never thought he could do it.”

The old man's expression was complicated: "From now on, I'm afraid it will be very difficult for me to beat him."

Andy fell silent for a moment. He wanted to say something to comfort her, but he didn't know where to begin.

"I'm not going to talk about it anymore, hmm? Something seems off over there."

Following the old man's gaze, sure enough, it seemed that Her Highness the Princess had gotten into some kind of argument with those southern nobles.

"Earl Orlando, is this your demand, or yours?"

Isabel, suppressing her anger, asked as her gaze swept over the indifferent faces of the royalists.

"Your Highness, this is a unanimous request after everyone has discussed it."

Orlando calmly said, "The coronation ceremony is only a few days away, why wait until then to announce it?"

Why the rush?

Isabel countered, "Isn't it always the same after a coronation, with rewards bestowed in the name of the king?"

"Well..." Orlando seemed a little hesitant to say it.

“Your Highness, fundamentally, this is a matter of mutual understanding.”

William said calmly, "In the past, the nobles had an understanding with the royal family, so it wouldn't hurt to wait a few more days."

"But to be honest, we haven't developed a good rapport with you yet."

"Yes, that's it."

Orlando nodded repeatedly: "Your Highness, let's finalize the important things while everyone is here."

"Not all nobles are qualified to attend your coronation ceremony; many of them will be returning to the south after the banquet."

"Considering their service to you during the war, could you please let them go home in peace?"

"..."

Having said all that, Isabel understood what these Southerners meant.

They actually doubted that they would renege on their debt?!

Princess's mind went blank; she nearly fainted from anger at Orlando and William.

'Am I really that untrustworthy?'

'These bastards are deliberately trying to embarrass me!'

"Your Highness..."

Orlando looked at her with a questioning gaze: "You haven't thought about the reward yet, have you?"

These words caused a stir among the southern nobles.

"We've been prepared for this for a long time. Since you're all so impatient... fine!"

After instructing the lady-in-waiting to announce the rewards bestowed upon the southern nobles, Isabel stormed off.

"..."

"Gillian, what exactly are they trying to do?"

Alfred asked in a low voice, "If you didn't trust Her Highness, why did you help her in the first place?"

"It would be terrible if everyone thought like you," the girl said with a worried expression.

"I only hope that Her Highness's reward is sincere enough, otherwise..."

Section 692, Chapter 691, The Duke