“So it was.”
Yurisien took a sip of tea and shook his head. Benjamin sat in front of him. He had just relayed the conversation he had with Greta in full detail.
Benjamin rubbed the back of his neck and looked out at the garden.
“I’m not upset that the banquet is canceled, but I’m not in a good mood.”
“It was Her Majesty the Queen’s decision, after all.”
Yurisien also turned his head towards the peaceful garden. Despite the events of yesterday and the news that someone had died overnight, the view seemed ordinary.
“The death of Count Hopgrand complicates matters.”
The influence Count Hopgrand had on the Solzeleon Empire couldn’t be ignored.
The territories ruled by Count Hopgrand shared a long border with the Kingdom of Heben, a land of beasts and savages. Due to gypsies who had tamed the beasts, royal authority had long since crumbled. Some even called it the land of gypsies.
“The clergy hastily returned to their temples, they say.”
“Right. We must prepare measures against heresy.”
Moreover, the religion the gypsies followed was considered heretical. It was not an exaggeration; the gypsies had originated from a faction created by Satan worshippers of the Solzeleon Empire.
‘That the gypsies are attacking means…’
Perhaps a religious war might erupt.
“A lot of troops will be deployed to guard the border.”
“And due to that, Hiscliffe’s misdeeds will be buried.”
“Yes, unfortunately, issues like the Prince deceiving a maiden for 15 years will vanish without a trace once war breaks out.”
“Are you not too harsh on your own matters?”
Benjamin abruptly asked. Because there was concern in his voice, Yurisien couldn’t help but smile a little.
“I was just being objective.”
“You need to be subjective in your own matters.”
“Hmm…”
Yurisien hesitated. He never thought he’d hear what he once heard from Uergen from Benjamin.
“I think objectivity is a virtue…”
“But objectivity that comes from high self-esteem and that which comes from pride are worlds apart.”
As Yurisien only moved his eyes, Benjamin took another sip of his tea.
“Talking about it a hundred times won’t do any good. You’ll only understand once you make it a habit. So, how about this.”
Putting down his teacup, a playful light appeared in Benjamin’s green eyes. He looked like a boy who had just thought of something fun.
“I’ll make it a habit for you.”
“What?”
“A habit of thinking subjectively, no matter what happens. I’ll instill that in you.”
“What are you saying…”
As Yurisien blinked in confusion, Daisy, who had just brought freshly baked scones, nervously asked Benjamin.
“Surely, you’re not saying you’ll come to the Duke of Windsor’s place since the banquet is canceled?”
At this, Yurisien softly laughed and took Daisy’s words as a joke, but Benjamin’s response was different.
“No, I am.”
The townhouse of the Duke of Windsor.
“Are you really coming?”
Standing in front of the carriage that was prepared to return to his dukedom, Yurisien looked back at the servant who had just helped him pack.
“Why, can’t I come?”
Benjamin had come dressed casually, as if he really planned to work.
Despite being the Crown Prince, he had rolled up his sleeves and joined in the packing. Ignoring the heavy luggage neatly stacked by the servants, he easily lifted them into the carriage. Yurisien had tried to dissuade him, but it was in vain. He even pointed at the servants, whose eyes were practically radiating hearts of admiration.
[Scoring points. It’s easier when you start from the inside.]Therefore, Yurisien gave up on conversing and came out with his personal luggage, helped by Daisy.
“Hmm…”
As Yurisien deeply pondered, Benjamin quietly asked,
“But think about it, Yurisien. Rumors have wildly spread in the capital that we’re getting married. Wouldn’t it be proper to visit the Duke of Windsor and give our regards?”
Yurisien intently stared at Benjamin’s audacious face. Benjamin casually met her gaze before slightly bowing his head.
“Take a closer look.”
Unashamed of his handsome face, he leaned in closely, ultimately forcing Yurisien to step back.
She sighed briefly before speaking.
“If that were the main purpose, I would happily welcome your visit. But it’s not. You’re here to make me form subjective thoughts, aren’t you? Is that okay?”
“I don’t understand the problem even more now.”
“How do you know I’ll develop such a habit? You’ve just returned to the palace, and yet you’re leaving so soon?”
“Are you worried about me?”
Following Yurisien’s movement, Benjamin crossed his arms and grinned. A refreshing breeze lightly shook his blond hair as it passed. She found the sight too appealing to correct, but she still had to say what was needed.
“I simply don’t want the whole of Windsor to be purged just because the Prince Consort has been disposed of.”
If things continued this way and Hiscliff became the emperor, this future was certain. Yurisien was worried about that, and her following words were somewhat harsh.
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
