Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

"too slow!"

The deep and deep voice shouted angrily,

"Karta! Your mind is not at peace! How have you been practicing lately?"

The tip of the sword was only one centimeter away from tearing the uniform. Karta quickly retracted the sword, put his right hand against his chest, and saluted in a half-squatting posture:

"Father, that's because your swordsmanship is too exquisite!"

"Exquisite? You really don't know why I summoned you?"

Emperor Kevin sneered, and the atmosphere suddenly froze as if it had fallen into an ice world.

Kevin patted his second son's cheek. He didn't use any force at all, but it was like two sharp slaps falling on Karta.

He grabbed Karta's collar and whispered in his ear:

"What have you been thinking about recently? Tell me? You dare to poison Grace today, what about tomorrow?"

"Are you going to stage a rebellion and replace me?"

Cold sweat suddenly broke out on Karta's forehead, and he stammered as he explained:

"Father, I didn't poison you. I... How could I possibly have such an idea..."

Kevin raised his hand and left a bright red palm print on Karta's cheek, then pushed him away with an extremely domineering palm.

The young man's body crashed onto the dining table, clinking cutlery and desserts all over the floor.

"Shut up, you bastard who can't even speak clearly."

He angrily unbuttoned his collar to let in some air, glancing sideways at his good-for-nothing son.

"There are more than 400 Ambassador Cardan people, so many eyes are watching us. If that old immortal Cardan knew that I raised such a thing."

"Wouldn't that make his teeth fall out from laughing?"

Karta ignored the burning pain on his face and frantically waved his hands to explain,

"Father, it really wasn't me who poisoned her. If it was Grace who was poisoned, why would I poison her?"

Rage surged in his heart, and the emperor's eyebrows stood up. He was so angry that he took a deep breath and pointed at Carta's nose and cursed:

"Idiot! Do you think I don't know that it's Victoria you're trying to poison?"

"If you have the guts to poison her silently, I will look upon you with a new eye."

"But you are not a good person and you are not worthy of being called a decent person. How can I trust you to run a country?"

He waved his hand, rubbed his throbbing temple, and said tiredly:

"The Luandor family is ready to make a move. Every day they are trying to make me appoint Victoria as the crown prince. You should take care of the aftermath tomorrow and don't cause any more trouble for me."

"Yes, Father."

Karta nodded and agreed with great trepidation.

"Now that you know it, get out of here!"

The handsome prince fled away in disgrace like a stray dog, and the lonely emperor was left alone in the palace.

Kevin buttoned his collar calmly, as indifferent as a god, and murmured softly:

"What a pity... that woman's child wasn't poisoned to death."

He put the sword back into its scabbard, walked towards the gate, and prepared to return to the palace to rest.

But his swift footsteps suddenly stopped, as if his feet stepped on something slippery.

He looked down and saw that it was a cream cake covered with icing sugar, and the chocolate figurine of the king had been broken into two pieces.

The builder's intentions can also be seen from the ruins.

It seems to be the dessert that Grace sent before?

The things she gave were just like her, gaudy junk.

He frowned in disgust and then left without mercy.

45. Are you and Afro so close?

Ham Palace, where the second prince's bedroom is located, is not far from Ryan Palace where the emperor lives.

Here, gorgeous aromas float in the air like mist, and there are expensive paintings and all kinds of rare decorations.

The bright golden chandeliers on the ceiling extend inward along the cashmere red carpet, luxurious and intoxicating, glittering with jewels, and the ambition of red and gold, all the way to the prince's bedroom.

But Karta had no intention of stopping to appreciate all this beauty and luxury.

With a bang, he kicked the door open in frustration, as if he was venting his anger for the bright red palm print on his face.

The maid on standby bent down and said tremblingly at the door:

"Your Highness Carta, Miss Selina, whom you requested, is waiting for you in the bath..."

If it were any other time, he would have been delighted to spend a wonderful night with this Cinderella dug up from the slums.

He was obviously feeling that way now.

"roll!"

His chest heaved as he shouted angrily, "Tell her to wrap herself in a blanket and go back!"

Then he glanced at the empty but magnificent lobby, his brows dropped suddenly, and he asked angrily:

"Where's Kelujie? Isn't he back?"

In the center of the field of vision there is a large mahogany conference table with gold patterns, where Karta often chats with officials in the court.

The left eye was an area he could not reach. A middle-aged man in a priest's robe stood up from the palace chair.

"Your Highness, I am here."

Korujie had brown hair and a fat belly, and looked like an ordinary middle-aged man, but his narrow eyes sparkled with wisdom.

He is the wisest prophet in the Vatican, second only to the Archbishop.

So Karta still needs to maintain a little respect for him.

Karta exhaled deeply from his nose, and his tone became much calmer, but he still commanded in a commanding tone:

"Teacher, tomorrow, please help me arrange a chief judge so that he can close the case cleanly and efficiently."

Then, he also lazily leaned back in the chair, picked up the goblet, poured himself a glass of red wine, poured a glass for Keluge, and pushed it in front of the prophet.

Ke Lujie glanced at the blood-like wine sitting upright and reminded,

"Carta, we need to wait. If you continue like this, Victoria will really become the crown prince."

"That's because I didn't kill her!!"

There was a fierce light in his one eye, and Carta held the goblet in his hand, sneering and saying,

"As long as all of my father's descendants die, I will definitely fall into their hands."

Kelujie raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he agreed with Karta's opinion, and raised his goblet.

"That has to be done neatly. His Majesty won't always be cleaning up your mess."

"Ah."

Karta smiled contemptuously.

"I'm not that stupid. This time I went to see Keang Argerich. His son is in the dungeon now. Didn't the Ministry of Finance find a bad debt a few days ago? I asked him to hint that it was caused by Victoria's reselling of magic crystals."

"Reselling magic crystals is stealing money from my father's purse."

"Yes, Father will definitely strangle that woman's life gate."

The corners of Karta's mouth were raised frivolously, and his toes tapped the ground lightly, as if he had imagined the wonderful reality of becoming an emperor.

"Then - send her back to her fiefdom!"

Koluge kindly reminded, "But Coran Argerich, his character is a bit rigid and fair."

"I know, but Cohen Argerich has only one son, he will definitely agree."

Karta was confident of victory. He took a sip of the bright red wine with a slightly intoxicated look, but his smug brows were frowned the next second.

He spat out the bitter wine and cursed the maid:

"Anna!! What is this?! Why is it so astringent?"

The maid came up to him timidly and explained softly,

"Your Highness Karta, this is the wine that Her Highness Grace brewed herself. She told us a few days ago that you must drink it."

"lost."

He poured the red wine mercilessly onto the floor. "What kind of wine can be put on the table?"

The deep red wine blended emotionlessly into the carpet.

"Yes."

The maid named Anna hurried forward and picked up the brown bottle.

Karta looked at the busy maid, and suddenly narrowed his eyes and thought of something. He asked casually:

"By the way, Grace is not dead?"

"Your Highness Karta, news from the palace says that Her Highness Grace has recovered."

Karta's face darkened, "She is useless, it's best if she dies sooner."

……

Grace had a very long dream.

The white mist lingers at the pure white border, and the souls hover over the city like floating ghosts.

She saw herself, who had been driven out of the family, walking like a zombie, wandering among the bitter crowd like ants.

She saw herself spending the night in the toilet of a subway station, and saw herself running into walls everywhere, unable to find a way out in the vast universe.

I've slept on stiff wooden benches in the park and begged for leftovers in restaurants.

Being down and out is just bitter, but falling down after having once stood on the top of a mountain and overlooked the prosperous world is real hell.

She saw herself wandering aimlessly in the lonely rainy night, her body and heart wet, and her life seemed to have turned into a pool of dim muddy water.

It's so murky that there's no hope.

She saw the tenth day since she was driven out.

Walking in the dark streets, the heavy rain fell on my cheeks like hail, causing pain. These were slaps in the face given to me by the ruthless God.

The only thing that filled my stomach was an expired loaf of bread from the bakery and a half-full bottle of milk.

But amid the ruthless sound, there were bursts of faint "meow" sounds - these were the cries of kittens.

In a trash can washed by heavy rain, she found a litter of kittens whose fur was stuck together by the rain.

The three little animals waved their tiny paws weakly in the rain without opening their eyes, and kept howling and praying, as if they were expecting a merciful God.

With such heavy rain, maybe these kittens will die tomorrow.

"But... I'm not a soft-hearted God..."

Grace sighed and squatted down, finally holding the three cats tightly in her arms, using her thin body to shield them from the rain.

She lowered her head, not knowing when the rain would stop. Her vision was blurred in the distant rainy night, and she could not see the starry sky or the future.

"Little sister...why don't you hold an umbrella in such heavy rain?"

I don’t know how long it took, but after the woman’s gentle words fell, a pair of red high-heeled shoes full of feminine charm stepped into the mud under her well-proportioned calves.

Grace numbly raised her head and saw a black umbrella. Under the umbrella was a mature woman wearing a red bow tie and a professional uniform. She was like a witch walking in the dark night with incredible charm.

The cat in my arms was struggling, and its calls became louder and stronger.

They met a soft-hearted God.

She also met a soft-hearted God.

But God betrayed her.