Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

Is that called protection?

Victoria got angry whenever she thought about it. As a Rhine noble, it was her duty to be loyal to the royal family, or even to die protecting the royal family.

"Ah."

She chuckled, retracted her hand that was suspended in the air, placed both hands on the girl's shoulders, and asked sternly,

"Then tell me, Grace, why are you so badly injured, but she is so brisk right after she came out? You are a member of the royal family, she should be injured for you."

"Then I just want to make friends?"

A clear voice questioned loudly, and Grace turned her face away slightly, like a child who was secretly angry and sulking after a fierce quarrel with her mother.

A sad, child-out-of-control feeling crept up my heart uncomfortably like a vine.

The nameless anger in her heart was gradually accumulating. Victoria frowned, stared at Grace's eyes as if judging her, and asked loudly:

"So as a friend, do you have to flirt with her and sit on her lap and read books?"

"Royal sister, what are you talking about? I really don't understand what you are thinking!!"

Grace pushed the hand on her shoulder away without hesitation. Her beautiful red eyes drooped and became unfocused, as if she had suffered a great injustice.

"It was clearly my sister who said that nothing had happened and we were still the same as before, so why do you have to hold me to the standards of a lover?"

She raised her head and looked straight into Victoria's eyes, as if seeking an urgent answer.

"Afro and I are just ordinary friends. Sister, I really don't understand what you are thinking. Why do you treat me like this?"

Victoria's ability to control her emotions is much better than you might think.

She took a deep breath, suppressed her excitement, and firmly grasped Grace's weak shoulders. Her red eyes, which could not see her true feelings, were filled with countless interests.

"Afro is the candidate saint of the church. Can you guess how she got the position? The entire Saint Varisi Diocese is under the control of my brother, Emperor Carta!"

"If she wants to become a saint, she will definitely stand on the side of Brother Carta."

As soon as Grace came into contact with Aphrodite and slept together, she investigated this so-called candidate saint.

From a small rural town to an imperial official, Cohen Argerich completed a triple jump in status in just ten years.

The problems behind Argerich are too big, and Grace will fall into the scam.

Victoria's mood was like a loose ball of wool, with countless threads entangled. Her confused emotions made it difficult for her to concentrate.

Anger, confusion, grief, doubt, guilt, and bewilderment.

She tried to slow down her tone, trying to calm Grace down.

"Grace, we are both women, and we both have the blood of the Rhine royal family. What you desire is impossible to happen."

"Ever since your mother passed away and you were sent to live with me in Adelphis Palace, I have treated you as my own sister."

"In terms of age, I am your elder sister, and psychologically I have always treated you as my daughter. If I had the choice, I would never give up this kinship."

"But I don't want you to associate with questionable people either!"

This action actually inspired the imperial sister. Grace opened her red eyes wide, clear as a deer, her body trembled slightly, and she gritted her teeth and tried her best to refute.

"She is not a bad person! I will marry into the Argerich family next September, and she will be my future sister."

"As you said, they are just relatives - can it be the same as our relationship?"

"Gray! Lei! Si!"

The anger was about to reach the threshold. Victoria gasped and slammed the girl's shoulders against the bed with a thump, reminding her word by word.

"Do you know what you are saying that is unethical?!"

Grace's pupils dilated in surprise and pain, and her eyes were filled with tears and her female self-esteem made her slowly close her eyes.

She escaped, her breath spraying lightly on her face like a silent cry.

There are no tears, but it is sadder than having tears.

Victoria vaguely remembered that she had forced her in the same way a few nights ago.

She slowly loosened her hand and explained gently as if to atone for her sins.

"Grace, I just hope you don't trust others too easily." - I don't want to believe it either.

Swish, the beautiful eyes filled with tears suddenly opened.

"Who should I trust then? My royal sister?"

"..."

Victoria remained silent, sat up straight, and just looked at her quietly without saying anything.

"I don't understand, why are you angry, sister? I just made a normal friend."

"Since you say you don't like me, and since you still want things to be the same as before, then stop caring about me."

The girl's eyes were slightly red, and her voice was as mournful as a canary singing in tears.

"It doesn't matter who I marry or who I associate with, since my sister doesn't like me anyway, why do you have to restrict me in every way?"

"My sister will go to quell the rebellion in two weeks, right? What about me? Who should I trust in such a big palace?"

Grace patted her chest, looked at Victoria blankly, and sighed in despair like a lamb waiting to die.

"Who else can I trust?"

No matter how good Grace's acting skills are, she can never get into the role as easily as the most skilled actresses.

Half of the emotion here, perhaps gradually replaced by the original disappearance of the fifth princess, and the other half is for oneself.

The woman who treated me like a pet once said the same ridiculous words to me when I was in the same situation.

Grace had already made up her mind. She wanted to see what kind of possessiveness was underneath Victoria's filthiness.

It would be great if it was a love that Victoria could abandon at any time.

She pretended to be nice and catered to Victoria. Even if Victoria asked for a kiss now, she would not refuse.

The most important thing is to take away the power that she cares about and trample it under her feet.

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py, orange, friend's book

"Has Su Xue'er, the jade-like celebrity, completely given up after owing her agency 5000 million?"

"You have nothing to do every day, so you just argue with your fans on Weibo?"

"Not only on Weibo, but also during live broadcasts, people start cursing."

"Stop talking, or she might find you through the Internet and beat you up."

"Hit someone? Really? Next time Su Xueer broadcasts live, I must go and question her to see if she can beat me up?"

……

In the Magic City, Su Xueer ended her transformation into a magical girl, left the backstage rest area, and walked towards the variety show set while happily browsing Weibo.

82. What a pervert!

Humans are the most indifferent and yet the most enthusiastic creatures in the world.

A liar with sweet words can always easily say things against his will.

The most ruthless words are used in history books to describe the most cold-blooded tragedies in the world. It is common for wives and fathers to be murdered, and brothers to turn against each other.

At the pinnacle of power, family affection is an insignificant decoration.

But no one's heart is as indestructible as steel. Even the craziest person still has things he cares about.

The same is true for Victoria.

She sat quietly on the edge of the bed with her eyes downcast, her slender, straight yet powerful legs crossed uneasily.

After a long while, Victoria placed her hands on Grace's shoulders and promised softly,

"It's okay, I'll send someone to protect you as usual."

If it was the original fifth princess, if she was a kind and simple little girl, she would most likely be immersed in the gentle promise.

But...betrayal doesn't happen just once.

Once a person's bottom line is violated, he will sink deeper and deeper step by step.

Grace leaned against the head of the bed, her distracted eyes cast on the goose down quilt, her cold voice trembling slightly, she said in loss and fear:

"Sister, the last time I was assassinated was in your bedroom. Also, a few days ago, I was poisoned at such a big banquet."

"They all said that the palace is the safest place in the world, but now father hasn't even caught the murderer..."

The light words were like a sharp sword, which, under Grace's deliberate arrangement, penetrated Victoria's conscience little by little.

Grace, who had built a high wall of indifference in her heart, looked at Victoria.

Her eyes were evasive, her long and thin eyebrows drooped anxiously, her beautiful face was made up with bright and elegant makeup, but her whole body looked like a tree bent by the snow.

Low and decadent.

Since this thoughtful Third Prince felt so guilty about this, why did he give it to her?

If one wanted to accuse Karta, all one had to do was point out that the drink was poisoned.

You have to use the death of a member of the royal family to pave the way for your path to becoming the crown prince.

Why use the most touching family affection to force a kind person to death?

Grace couldn't help but sneer at her ridiculous ugliness and felt an uncontrollable sadness about human nature.

Victoria had no way of saying anything to Grace, because from the moment she decided to hand over the poisoned wine, she was no longer qualified to defend herself.

The hand on her shoulder slid down weakly, and Victoria lowered her head and whispered softly:

"Grace... In fact, the royal family is the most dangerous place. After you get married next year, you can leave the palace and go to your fiefdom and live the life you want."

"Just like before, make some desserts, raise some pets, write some interesting poems, and live freely with the children."

"No one will hurt you from now on, and no one will harm you again. Just be careful and get through this period of time... This period of time is all you need."

Victoria persuaded softly, the blinding red in her eyes was like the ripples when poisonous wine was shaken, so beautiful and dangerous.

Victoria just wants to calm herself down now. Is it her remaining conscience that is playing tricks on her?

Or is it because it does not affect your interests, so you want to keep such a lovely pet?

Grace laughed softly, with tears in her eyes.

This is both a mockery of Victoria's selfishness and a disrespect for the original five princesses.

She couldn't help but speak up for the Fifth Princess who had already been marked as "dead" in the game:

"I know I'm useless, but you're really selfish."

"You said you wanted to go back to the past, but isn't that what you're doing now abandoning me?"

"I told you, I won't abandon you."

Grace looked at Victoria with a complicated expression and pointed at the maids who were separated from her by a wall outside the door.

"I told your maids that I wanted to help my sister, but they just brushed me off. I know they still think I'm useless."

"Because I am just a dispensable princess with no power or influence, who only knows flowers and plants, is not favored by my father, and is nothing more than a princess."

Grace hung her head in a depressed mood, her voice full of self-pity, like a cheap weed that no one cared about or liked.

"I know that if anyone in the world knew about this forbidden feeling, they would feel disgusted."

"but--!"

Grace raised her head slightly and looked at Victoria, like a lamb that was forced to the edge of a cliff and was ready to fight for its life, and she said in a trembling voice,

"Royal sister, you said yesterday that you would protect me anytime and anywhere, but when I got up this morning, I found that there was no one around me."

"Imperial sister, I know you want to abandon me. I will keep this feeling in my heart."

"I don't want to be abandoned anymore. I don't want to be abandoned a second time, like my mother abandoned me..."

She grabbed Victoria's lotus sleeves, pulled the bright red ribbon tightly, and begged with pleading eyes,

"But, sister, can you please stop putting on such a matter-of-fact expression and restraining me with such requests that are more ambiguous than being lovers? I will misunderstand."