Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

Planning to make others fall in love with you seems easy, but the moment of actually putting it into practice is very awkward.

Why? What is she after? Is she really in love with me at first sight?

Grace couldn't figure it out, so she simply opened the cork from the bottle and drank it all in one gulp.

The original idea of ​​extorting money from Afulo also disappeared along with the liquid entering his stomach.

The color does not change from beginning to end.

This was obviously different from what Afro had imagined. She blinked in surprise and pointed at Grace and said in disbelief,

"You...you just drank it like that?"

The taste is a bit weird, but acceptable.

Grace nodded calmly, "Yes."

Afro waved his hands in front of Grace in shock, "Isn't it bitter?"

"Bitter." - But Grace couldn't tell from her expression.

Afro took a deep breath, took two steps back, hid the candy in her pocket, and then picked up the carefully sealed book.

"One last thing, read this."

Grace didn't even have to think - "It's the Goddess Chronicle again, right?"

Afro nodded heavily as a matter of course.

"certainly……"

But before she could finish her words, Grace had already snatched away "Chronicles of the Goddesses".

Therefore, Afro's originally powerful voice of judgment became stammering, "You... must atone for your actions."

Grace sat on the bench, spread the book on her lap, looked up at the girl and asked:

"Afro, have you ever thought that there are many people in this world who do not believe in religion?"

"And I lied in court, but your goddess didn't punish me. I've offended her so much, so why doesn't your goddess care?"

Grace smiled softly, her eyes were cold and slightly sarcastic.

Her Royal Highness suddenly changed her tune once again, something Afro had gotten used to.

Now it’s just a matter of getting into Grace’s rhythm.

Grace is not like an ordinary girl. She seems to like things and people that are beyond her control. This is something Afro vaguely sensed.

"Of course I know, that's because I'm here, I will stand up for the goddess."

So, she bent down and whispered in Grace's ear, while her eyes moved to the girl's slender white neck as a silent threat and challenge.

"And Your Highness Grace, what is that thing around your neck?"

That was the collar that Black and Red had used to restrain themselves, and now it was attached to Her Highness the Princess in the same way.

Although I won't use it easily, it is still suitable as a decoration.

But what was unexpected was that Grace changed her pace again.

"Don't bother. In fact, I will agree to your request most of the time, just like yesterday. Even if you don't say it, I can hear the voice in your heart."

Grace took the initiative to open the "Goddess Chronicles", her burning eyes cast a warm gaze, her voice was as gentle as ice and snow melting, she said:

"So, you cannot believe in other gods. Please just remember me, Aphrodite."

You're talking weird again!

Afro shrank back, frowned, tried to make the corners of her mouth droop, stretched out her palm, and refuted with a determined look.

"Your Highness Grace, that is impossible."

Grace said nothing more, but shook her head with a meaningful smile and began to read "Chronicles of the Goddesses".

"The goddess met a wealthy believer, who asked her why he could not get love. The goddess said, it was because he had never given his true heart to others. Only by exchanging true heart for true heart can one get love from others..."

The girl began to read in a cold and crisp voice.

In the withered garden where the ice and snow had melted, Afro rested her chin on the back of the bench.

Those emerald eyes were full of sparkling light, focused on the clean and delicate profile, and he couldn't help but secretly curl up the corners of his lips.

She is in a good mood now.

……

Happiness will eventually come.

Less than twenty minutes after reading, the news spread very quickly in the palace, and father Keang and brother Nurki arrived at the princess's bedroom almost immediately.

Grace stopped reading aloud and recognized Argerich's carriage by the family flag fluttering in the wind.

Then she poked Afro's arm with her elbow and reminded him.

“The Argerichs are here.”

"I know that my father and brother should also come to thank you."

Afro stood up, looked at the approaching carriage in the distance in the afterglow of the setting sun, and couldn't help frowning slightly.

I always feel that time has come very quickly. I don’t know why Afuluo had such an idea.

"Your brother was injured so badly yesterday, will he come today?"

"His Majesty Kevin summoned me, so I was able to enter the palace."

Seeing his brother and father jump down from the carriage swiftly, Afro stretched out his hand to Grace who was sitting on the bench.

"Come on, go meet them with me. Don't refuse, or they will be very sad."

Grace glanced at them, but out of habit of not interacting with others, she did not touch Afro's hand.

Instead, he stood up on his own, and then a warm business smile appeared on his originally cold face.

Grace raised her voice and greeted him.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Nurkic and Mr. Keen Argerich..."

If Nuerki could make potions, then he would have a stable treasury - this was what Grace figured out when she was reading "Chronicles of the Goddesses".

Considering the Lain people's enthusiasm for magic, isn't it easy to take advantage of them?

You can't put on a rigid, zombie face when dealing with business partners, as that will hurt the relationship.

Harmony brings wealth. As Nurkic's savior and fiancée, it's not too much to make a fortune from him, right?

Grace was in a good mood and her smile was genuine, as if the glittering mountain of gold coins was waving at her.

"Good afternoon, Your Highness Grace."

"Good afternoon, Your Highness Grace."

The father and son, dressed in formal court attire, put their hands on their chests and gave Grace a noble salute.

Keang bowed solemnly to Grace.

"Your Highness, thank you so much for what you did yesterday. In return, the Argerich family will always be loyal to you."

"It doesn't matter. Argerich and I are one and the same. I just did what I should do."

Grace was very careful and kept her eyes on Nurky.

The Nurkic in front of her is a shining gold mine. As a capitalist, Grace wants to squeeze all his surplus value!

"But, I have something I want to talk to Mr. Nurky alone. I wonder if Mr. Nurky is willing? Of course, the location is only under the pavilion in the palace garden."

Facing such a burning gaze, the shy and socially anxious Nurky felt a little embarrassed. He cleared his throat and agreed very gentlemanly.

"Your Highness Grace...of course."

……

Of course, such a passionate conversation obviously ignored the feelings of the other two.

Afro watched the two of them slowly walk to the center of the palace garden, and his mood suddenly became a little strange.

It’s not something I can describe, it just feels uncomfortable.

She bit her lip, lowered her brows, and stared blankly at the two people sitting opposite each other under the pavilion for some unknown reason.

As an old father, Ke Ang was the first to notice something was wrong with his daughter. He slowly came over and asked with concern.

"what happened?"

"nothing."

Afro said perfunctorily, tugged at the thread on the edge of her sleeve in annoyance, and lowered her head sullenly.

Keang placed his hand on Afro's shoulder and patted her gently in an attempt to comfort his daughter.

"Are Nuerki and Her Highness Grace not a good match? Or do you not like Grace? Didn't you spend the night with her in the palace? Logically, you should be good friends."

"..."

Afro pursed his lips and exhaled a breath filled with dissatisfaction from his nose.

Keang tried to persuade her again, "I think Her Highness Grace is a good person. If she marries into the Argerich family, maybe the Nord family will prosper."

"..."

The thread was almost pulled off by Afro, but facing her father's words, Afro remained silent.

This is a sign of a bad mood.

The father, who was familiar with his daughter's habits, thought that Afro was feeling lost because her brother, who loved her so much, was going to marry a strange woman.

Ke Ang sighed and said hesitantly in a steady voice,

"There is nothing you can do if you are not satisfied. Nuerki will have to marry and have children one day. A princess is the greatest wealth he can have."

"Moreover... His Majesty has summoned me to discuss the wedding date. This... is something that cannot be repented of."

"The wedding date will be in September next year."

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62. Wear a maid outfit for me!

In the garden in front of Grace's bedroom, even in winter, the low shrubs were neatly trimmed by the servants, and each one reached an astonishing height, in line with the most aesthetic symmetry.

The cobblestone paths on both sides extended inward, passing by a frosted circular fountain, and Grace finally stopped at a marble dome pavilion that looked like a birdcage.

The high heels stepped on the gray marble tiles. Boom! Grace turned around and kept a distance of about one meter from the handsome young man.

"Just come here and talk, Mr. Nurky."

The setting sun lengthened the shadow of the pavilion, and cast two figures, one tall and one short, facing each other on the path.

"Yes, Your Highness."

Nurkic nodded, looking a little nervous for some reason.

Although he is a tall, broad-shouldered, and resolute adult, I always feel that he is shy and hiding something.

"Do you know why I called you here?"

"Your Highness Grace, I don't know."

The young man's pale face still looked a little weak, but it was much better than the tragic scene yesterday when he was almost on the verge of collapse.

"But I want to tell you something first."

Grace leaned lazily against the marble, "Well...then you go first."

Nurkic's chest rose and fell. He took a deep breath, as if he had made some kind of resolution, and said:

"Your Highness Grace, His Majesty Kevin has chosen the wedding date today..."

Grace couldn't help but frowned, "Wedding date...?"

Is this true? Kevin set a wedding date without informing me?

Or are you so eager to get yourself out?