vstars Chapter 605 Visit
Chapter 605 Visit
Little Hoss's heart tightened. He secretly regretted that he had not stopped the minister's rash proposal in time. At this moment, he felt a layer of cold sweat on his back, his legs trembled slightly uncontrollably, and beads of sweat on his forehead slid down his temples and soaked his collar.
"I don't think so."
A steady voice suddenly broke the silence in the meeting room.
A middle-aged minister in dark brown official uniform stepped forward. He had a resolute face and a serious expression. He put his hands behind his back, bowed slightly to the king, and then spoke bluntly:
"Your Majesty currently only has Princess Charlotte as his heir. If you marry her off to a foreign royal family, will the princess live in Windham or Helmingen? And who will inherit the Kingdom of Midland? This is no small matter. Once the princess leaves the country, the foundation of the royal family will be like a rootless duckweed, shaky and precarious."
"That's right, how can we let the princess marry outside the family?"
Another minister immediately echoed this, his face flushed and his arms waving excitedly.
"Princess Charlotte is the treasure of our Midland and the hope of the royal family. How can we easily betroth her to a foreigner?"
"This suggestion is extremely ill-considered."
More ministers joined the opposing camp. They either frowned and shook their heads, or whispered to each other, their words full of disapproval of the marriage proposal.
In their view, Princess Charlotte is not only the king's only daughter, but also the key to the continuation of the royal bloodline.
If a family could get this marriage, their descendants would have a bright future. However, marrying the princess off would undoubtedly cut off the royal inheritance hopes of all Midland nobles, which no one could accept.
King Mitlan stood quietly beside the throne, listening to the ministers' discussions, his originally gloomy face becoming even more severe.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze as sharp as a torch, and scanned the ministers below. There was unquestionable majesty in his eyes.
When the noises of the crowd gradually died down, he slowly raised his hand and waved it gently, signaling everyone to be quiet.
"Let's talk about this later."
The king's voice was deep and powerful, echoing in the meeting room and instantly restoring silence to the noisy hall.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his gaze slowly swept over the officials below, finally stopping at little Huos. Although his gaze was silent, it made little Huos feel a chill on his back, and his legs trembled even more violently.
"Why isn't Count Hohenzollern here today?"
The king suddenly spoke, breaking the brief silence.
Little Huos beside him quickly stepped forward and replied respectfully:
"Your Majesty, Count Hohenzollern is ill. He has sent someone to ask for sick leave and is now recuperating at home."
His voice trembled slightly, and he was still uneasy about the proposal he had just made, so he was more cautious in his answer.
The king nodded slightly and did not ask any further questions.
After a period of court meetings, when all the ministers present had finished their business, King Mitlan finally spoke:
"That's it for today, let's go."
After saying this, he slowly left the throne, surrounded by two attendants. The attendants carefully dragged his cloak behind him and followed him out of the meeting room.
When he came to the courtyard, the warm sunshine fell on his body, but failed to dispel the haze in his heart.
At this time, he saw Princess Charlotte happily picking flowers among the flowers.
The princess was wearing a light yellow dress, the hem of her skirt fluttering in the wind like a blooming flower. An innocent smile was on her face, and she was running towards him excitedly, holding a few freshly picked primroses in her hands.
"Father!"
Princess Charlotte's clear voice rang out like a silver bell.
She ran up to King Mitlan, hugged his legs, raised her head, and had a bright smile on her face.
"Slow down, Charlotte. That pounce almost broke my old bones."
King Midlan squatted down, touched Charlotte's head lovingly, and a gentle smile appeared on his face.
Although he was filled with worries, his fatigue seemed to dissipate a lot when he saw his daughter's innocent look.
"Look, father, the primroses are blooming in the garden."
Charlotte said happily, holding the primroses in her hand in front of her father.
"During the winter, my father always kept me from going out because I was prone to getting sick. Now that spring has arrived, I can finally go out and play without worry."
"Yes, spring is here again..."
Compared to Charlotte's happiness, King Midlan seemed a little solemn.
The arrival of spring means the revival of all things, but it also indicates that the war between Midlan and Yoda will begin again this year.
The situation on the border is becoming increasingly tense. The Noble Council of the Yoda Empire is brewing new changes, and the nomination of Crown Prince Karl Hohenzollern of Helderland has made the situation even more confusing.
However, when he looked at Charlotte with a smile on her face, the haze in his heart seemed to be dispelled a lot by this innocent smile.
For some reason, I always feel at ease when I am with Charlotte, as if I am still with the former princess, Charlotte's mother, and those warm times seem to be right in front of me.
"Dad, can you go out and play with me?"
Princess Charlotte held her father's hand and spoke coquettishly, her eyes full of anticipation.
"Charlotte, Daddy is still busy. I'll accompany you later."
King Mitlan squatted down, gently touched his daughter's cheek, and comforted her gently.
He looked at his daughter's eyes full of longing, and his heart was filled with reluctance, but with the heavy responsibility of the kingdom on his shoulders, he really couldn't spare the time to play with his daughter.
King Mitlan said a few words of comfort, then said goodbye to his daughter and returned to his bedroom.
He changed into casual clothes. The black robe was simple and plain, but it highlighted his calm temperament.
He opened the door and said to the servant waiting outside:
"Prepare a few carriages without any emblems, I am going out for a trip."
The servants immediately took the order and left. After a while, several low-key carriages were waiting in a remote place in the palace.
At the same time, there was a team of well-trained guards nearby. They were dressed in plain clothes, but stood tall and looked around vigilantly.
"His Majesty."
When the coachman and guards saw King Midlan coming, they immediately saluted respectfully.
"Excuse me, take me to Count Hohenzollern's residence."
King Mitlan whispered.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The royal coachmen already knew the residences of all high-ranking nobles and officials clearly, not to mention that the earl's son was King John of Helderland, who must be paid special attention to.
They responded respectfully and drove off quickly.
The convoy left from the back door of the palace, drove a few hundred meters on the main road, and immediately turned into a side street.
After several turns, the convoy entered the street where Count Hohenzollern lived.
Count Hohenzollern lived in John's former residence. After John's renovation, the building was suitable for people of his father's age and had a unique style.
Moreover, this location is very quiet, away from the hustle and bustle of the city.
Of course, in order to have more peace and quiet, John has bought all the more than a dozen residences on both sides of the street. Some of them are used for servants to live in, and the other part is occupied by plainclothes officers sent by the Helderland Intelligence Department to ensure the safety of the residences.
As for the roads, there were Blackwatch mercenaries patrolling back and forth. They were dressed in black, holding weapons, with sharp eyes, always alert to the movements around them.
Soon, the carriage stopped in front of Count Hohenzollern's door.
A guard immediately came forward to ask, and a servant got off the carriage and showed him the emblem of the Midland royal family.
The guards understood what he meant and quickly sent someone into the house to inform them.
Soon, the man returned to the door with a servant and nodded to the attendant.
The servant returned to the carriage, and soon King Midland came out of the carriage and was led into the living room by a servant. Then he saw Count Hohenzollern wrapped in a quilt by the fireplace.