Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

"Thank you, Mr. Brewster."

So, the imperial sister in front of us is really the real person, right?

No one's heart is as indestructible as steel.

The same is true for Victoria.

How could I not like a sister who holds me in her heart like that?

But the plan to seize the throne has been in preparation for eight years.

The death of his mother and the injustice of the people of Luandor, all of these things required him to ascend to the final throne.

Now we are approaching a critical point and no one can stop us.

If Grace now is really the emperor's sister, that would be the best thing.

I will compensate her.

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It has been raining these days and my lumbar muscles are strained.

I can't sit for a long time. I'll see if I can update more after my waist gets better in a few days. Sure enough!

61. You can’t become a sister-in-law!

Although the maid was not found, Grace already knew the maid's name.

Just search by name.

This trip out of the palace was not completely without gain.

Grace strolled around the aristocratic and slums.

From Grace's perspective, the civilian neighborhood is closer to the Renaissance period in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation.

Most of the civilians wore rather old clothes, but for the civilians in a few fixed blocks, the materials of their clothes seemed to be quite good, and they also had quite advanced designs, and they seemed to be an emerging class with assets.

Judging from the capital alone, this is a vibrant empire.

Although the Rhine Empire claimed to be the most powerful empire in the world, like the sun, its overall industrial level had not reached the level of the First Industrial Revolution.

The nobles, who are supposed to have mastered upper-class knowledge, are obviously more enthusiastic about magic, and the shops selling magic props on the street are constantly crowded with people.

The main means of transportation are horse-drawn carriages or two-wheeled human-powered carts, but the commercialization level of the capital Olivia seems to be good.

Street vendors gathered around bars and hotels, and the emerging stock exchanges flourished.

Even in the bitter winter, the prosperous Olivia Commercial Port still handles large amounts of cargo, with each ship connecting the economic lifeline of the entire empire.

Although the rich and poor classes are obvious, the ever-expanding territory and the obvious upward path obviously give everyone unlimited imagination about the future of the empire.

These glories are not so much Kevin’s achievements as they are the result of following the trend of the times and the natural development of productivity.

Maybe...? I can start a factory sometime?

For Grace, who possesses the business thinking and soul of a modern person, she can bring a little bit of modern shock to the business in the other world.

But the only thing in front of me now is where the original capital comes from.

Grace subconsciously touched her round earlobes. The precious gems hanging on them, one was stolen and the other was given as a gift.

Although she was a princess and had valuable jewelry, if Kevin knew that she sold the royal gift...

I guess he won't look happy, and it might even hinder his career.

So the startup capital...

The image of a glittering nun suddenly flashed through Grace's mind.

If the engagement with Mr. Nurkic had not been interrupted during this poisoning crisis, would it be possible to seek cooperation from the Argerich family?

The essence of marriage is the binding of interests.

Maybe it's feasible. Setting up a factory is a win-win situation as long as you have enough experience.

Then let’s start with the kind Miss Afro.

……

Horse hooves stepped on the winter sunshine as they crossed the marble-paved avenue, slowly moving towards prosperity.

Although Victoria forced her to move to her bedroom, Grace returned to the palace belonging to Her Royal Highness the Fifth Princess.

She wanted to discover more details about the life of the fifth princess.

The situation of the Fifth Princess was actually not much different from mine.

However, Her Highness the Fifth Princess did not have the courage to resist and remained absolutely kind and sincere.

The carriage stopped in front of the palace gate. Grace found that this time there was no sensation like last time when many maids gathered to greet her. Instead, everything returned to normal.

She was greeted by only three maids, one of whom was responsible for helping her get out of the car, while two of them were responsible for carrying her bags.

The young maid stood by the beam and gently extended her hand, "Your Highness, be careful."

"Ah."

Grace carefully pressed her skirt to get out of the car, but suddenly heard a joyful call.

"Grace!"

The familiar voice rose excitedly, all clean and soft.

She didn't even have to think, she knew the simple and kind-hearted Saint Miss Afro as soon as she heard her name.

Grace looked back.

On the bench in the palace garden, Miss Afro was wearing a white winter dress and a thick cotton jacket today, and she looked like a curled caterpillar.

She was holding a book in her left hand and waving her right hand, waving towards herself vigorously.

Like the first ray of sunshine wandering in the world, a warm smile bloomed on the girl's face, and her clear blue eyes were curved.

What to say?

There is probably no one in the world who looks more like a dog than her, a golden retriever waiting outside the door for her owner to come back.

Grace rested her hand in the maid's, and stopped trying to get out of the car.

The maid asked tactfully, "Your Highness, do you still want to go in...?"

Unable to refuse such a kind offer, Grace blinked strangely, raised her eyebrows slightly, and said in a reluctant tone,

"Let's not go. I'll talk to Miss Afro first. Maybe she has something urgent to talk to me about?"

Then, the girl readily took back her lace-gloved hand from the maid's hand.

Perhaps realizing that her tone just now was too excited, Afro coughed softly, pretended to put her legs together, stood beside the bench in a ladylike posture, and pretended to appreciate the withered garden in winter.

Grace walked slowly to her side, her tone still as cold as snow.

"Miss Afro, what do you want to talk to me about today?"

Aphrodite opened the basket on the bench and took out a cone-shaped bottle of magic potion.

"I'm not that ungrateful person. I'm here to bring you a magic potion today."

Grace glanced over and saw bubbles swirling horribly above the slightly swaying turquoise liquid.

Judging from its appearance alone, this should be the most terrifying and potent poison in the world.

If you drink one sip, you will die immediately from the poison.

Grace didn't care and refused even colder than yesterday.

"I said I didn't need it..."

She felt that the tone of her voice was not right, so she paused and said in a cold and arrogant manner, imitating her yesterday's tone.

“You shouldn’t cross that line.”

Grace's heart is like an impenetrable high wall that isolates people thousands of miles away.

But Afro didn't mind.

If you are really such a cold person, why would you play music for yourself?

She cast an expectant look at Grace, her arm hovering in the air holding the potion, and said sincerely: "But I don't want you to die."

Of course, some bitter stuff, orchid fruit, was added to this potion.

Although it looks pure pink and white on the outside, the taste is simply unbearable when dissolved in liquid.

She secretly tasted it at home yesterday and the taste was like a mixture of rotten cauliflower, festering goose liver and tree bark.

Just one bite, and Afro almost saw the legendary goddess.

Grace stared at the green liquid for a long time, her mouth drooping, and she once again said words of rejection to Afro.

"I'm not going to die. Your act of concern means nothing to me."

Ah...this deliberate tone, Grace's sense of self-abandonment like Mao Dun came back again.

She was the one who approached me first, and she even said something strange...

Feeling inexplicably awkward about this, Afro squeezed the candy tightly in his palm. The burning temperature in his palm seemed to melt the icing.

Afro pretended to be nonchalant and mentioned it as a response to Grace's cold response.

"Your Highness... you are really ruthless when you speak. Then why did you play the piano for me yesterday?"

"I just wanted to do this. Don't you think it's appropriate to have a fireworks display at the end?"

Her Royal Highness's actions before and after this were so abrupt.

Afro tilted her head, trying to see something from Grace's clear red eyes.

"Your Highness Grace, do you know? Because of the blessing of the goddess, my intuition can tell whether a person is good or bad at a glance."

"You seem to be afraid of intimacy? Not just intimacy..."

"Alright, alright, leave your brother's magic potion here."

Grace's eyebrows drooped slightly, and she interrupted Afro's words impatiently like a cat, then snatched the conical bottle away neatly.

She crossed her arms and tapped her shoulder with her slender index finger, signaling the visitor to leave.

"It's okay, you can go now."

If you don't drink it, how can you see the sinners being punished?

"Your Highness Grace, I want to watch you drink it, okay?"

Afro looked at the magic potion with a smile, and the candy in her hand seemed to become hot because of the expected value.

Grace seemed to be tired of this kind of playful conversation. She questioned with a straight face,

"Do you know anything about medicine? Do you want me to drink some strange magic potion?"

"Not."

Afro pointed his index finger at his chin and tried to recall.

"This is a magic potion made with the Mansa flower, which contains a lot of magical power, the juice of the Liehe grass, and... a lot of expensive magic herbs."

"Is this some ancient or large-scale experimental magic formula?"

Afro shook his head, the smile on his face not diminishing, "No, it should be that my brother figured it out himself."

Grace pointed at herself in surprise, "So, I'm a test subject?"

"No, how could that be?"

No matter how Her Royal Highness the Princess questioned her, Afro only smiled faintly, which was her signature smile that she used to deal with believers.

It is so sincere and brilliant that it is impossible to refuse.

"never mind……"

Grace was too lazy to argue with Afro anymore.

To be honest, I was already prepared to play the villain, and even planned how to make Afro accept my bottom line little by little.

But Afro was like a masochist, constantly approaching him.