Chapter 11 – Fairy Tales Are All Lies (11)
As the First Prince of the country, Carrol often roamed around to observe the sentiments of the people. His mother was not the Empress, but she was also from a powerful noble family.
When Carrol and Andre faced each other, it could be described as the pinnacle version of needlepoint against the tip of the wheat…
What about the fresh and simple background of fairy tales? Brothers fighting each other, intrigues everywhere—what’s the point of all this?
Is there not a single normal one among you three brothers?
“No need to worry, Elder Brother. Yan Luo just has not recovered from yesterday’s events. I believe the Elder Brother has many matters to attend to. I won’t disturb you further.”
Carrol’s eyes narrowed slightly. Then he glanced at Yan Luo beside him, lightly chuckled with an ambiguous meaning. Then he saw that the delicate girl shiver slightly, causing the laughter in his eyes to deepen.
But such a weak existence could actually influence the entire empire. Isn’t it a bit ridiculous?
“Your Highness, Second Highness, His Majesty is looking for you.” Just as the First Prince was about to leave, a girl in maid attire hurried over, speaking respectfully.
“I’m a bit tired too. Prince Andre, you can go ahead. I want to go back and rest.” Yan Luo spoke while dodging Carrol’s gaze.
Her safety can be guaranteed in the palace. Even if Carrol wants to do something, he would have to weigh his options because this place is near the palace. With these thoughts in mind, Andre did not object.
Finally freed from the two, Yan Luo furrowed her brows slightly as she watched the maid Andre sent trailing like a little tail.
It’s a bit troublesome; they are watching too closely, as if afraid she would run away.
[ *Ding*—Host, detected the presence of the blackening male god nearby. Please do your best! ]
Yan Luo’s movements paused for a moment, subconsciously scanning her surroundings.
“Princess, is there something wrong?” The maid approached, lowering her gaze slightly, her tone indifferent, showing a lack of fondness for Yan Luo.
Yan Luo blinked, “I’m a bit tired and want to rest here for a while. Could you help me get a coat? I also want to enjoy the scenery here.”
The girl’s smile was sweet and kind, but only in the eyes of some. The maid frowned slightly, a hint of trouble in her eyes.
—Just a princess from a small country, but she’s really so delicate and demanding.
“His Highness’s orders are to escort you back to the palace.” The maid spoke with a cold and indifferent tone, devoid of any emotion.
“The palace is right in front; you can already see it, can’t you? I’ll just wait here for a while. I’m sure Prince Andre would agree.”
Little Pink : [ Host is acting so innocent, so convincing! ]
Yan Luo : …Shut up.
Little Pink: [ 🥺 I feel wronged. ]
Feeling the strange expressions being pushed into her mind again, Yan Luo helplessly thought, Okay, okay, you’re good1.
- as in good boy/good girl ↩︎