The outdoors suddenly seemed much quieter. The night was like drops of raindrops falling, hitting a ripple in the sea of ​​people's hearts. When he noticed, Princess Navarra had already gently grabbed the Duke of Brittany's hand. The warmth from the palm of his hand drove away a trace of the desolation of the night.

"I'm sorry." Princess Navarra lowered her head and apologized in a mosquito-like voice. "I was a little emotional just now, so I've been over-talking. In front of outsiders, I shouldn't blame you like this."

"It doesn't matter, don't care." The Duke of Brittany smiled and patted Princess Navarra on the shoulder, "Let's go back to the venue, too?"

Princess Navarra shook her head and grabbed the Duke of Brittany's hand tighter.

"I don't like the banquet inside very much. It's too noisy, and everyone is surrounding me, which makes me feel very tired. My parents and family all passed away, not long ago... I really can't be happy."

"So," the Duke of Brittany looked at her seriously, "Do you come here to ask me to send troops to help you avenge your country and restore your country?"

"No! I haven't thought about these things. Just because... the person who is very important to me is the only one left."

Princess Navarra got closer. She hugged Duke Brittany's arm with her hands tightly, as if she was afraid that he would run away. She looked up along Duke Brittany's arm with a pitiful look.

"People with me for a while. Here... we are the only two of us."

The Duke of Brittany shook his head regretfully.

"The timing today is not very good. I am the master. It is really inappropriate to leave the venue for too long."

"Well... it's right." Princess Navarra obediently loosened her hand and then squeezed out a smile. "Anyway, I've arrived here, and it's still a long time in the future, so I don't have to worry about this moment."

"Yes." The Duke of Brittany said slowly, looking at the brightly lit venue, "There will be a long time in the future."

The next day, the Earl of France took a red knife, white bow, black Tianping and others to say goodbye. The Duke of Brittany took a team of people out to see off, while Princess Navarra was not among them.

"Thank you for escorting my fiancée here." The Duke of Brittany thanked, "but the servant said she didn't seem to get up yet and could not come to see you."

"No, as expected." The Count of Ile-de-France waved his hand casually on the horse's back, "Then I'll go back first."

"I hope the alliance between us will last forever."

"Hope so."

After saying that, the Count of Ile de France kicked the horse's belly, and the horse neighed and started running, leaving only a stream of sand and dust on the spot.

Soon, Hongdao rode a horse and smiled and said, "Consul, you have really sent the princess out. I thought you would take her back to Versailles."

Bai Gong rode to the other side and glanced at Hong Dao: "What are you kidding? Take this woman back to Versailles Palace. I don't know when the wine you drank was poisoned."

"Bai Gong, you don't understand at all." Hongdao shook his head, "It's still what I said. No matter how deep hatred, let her give birth to a few children and treat her a little bit better, she can't bear to do it. Women are like this."

"I'm not as bold as you." Bai Gong said, "Although the princess is pretty, her life is still important. The revenge of killing her father and mother is irreconcilable."

Hongdao looked disdainful: "What's the matter? Am I still afraid that a woman with no power to plot against a sneak attack? She slapped her a few times and did a few more times, so she wouldn't dare to attack me."

"You may not be afraid of the princess of Navarre," the Count of Ile-de-France glanced at Red Knife. "Mary was angry and picked up the cup on the table and hit you. Are you afraid?"

"Ah? Then...then it's better not to take it back."

The red knife was soft.

The Count of Ile-de-France shook his head and kicked the horse's stomach again. So the horse speeded up and threw the red sword and white bows far behind.

"Look at how much you talk," said Bai Gong, "The consul is angry."

"No wonder he is. Before today, I thought the consul would bring the princess back to Versailles." Black Tianping slowly caught up with Red Knife and White Bow from behind. "After all, I have never seen the consul be so patient with other women other than Mary."

"Yes." Hongdao looked at the back of the Count of Ile-de-France and shook his head, "After all, Mary is just his sister... or even his daughter."

"The main branch of Carolin is a clever clan who has become crazy in order to purify his bloodline."

When he talked about this, Bai Gong also raised his head and sighed:

"I wonder what the consul was like when he was forced to be with his biological mother by his clan members. Fortunately, Marie was born and she was able to use Juvayus, and the tragedy was over."

Hongdao shook his head: "No, you are wrong. Mary is not the most perfect 'pure blood'. She is a woman, a woman, and cannot carry the banner of Carolingan."

"you mean?"

"The tragedy will continue." Black Tianping took over the topic, "Unless the consul he was willing to let go... but this is impossible. After all, he has never had a name. From birth, he has been trained as a "Calorin" just to create a prop of "pure blood". Look at his short body... this is the sin mark of the Carolinian clan that he was forced to take from birth."

In the distance, the Count of Ile de France and his horse were completely hidden in the dust.

——"Go away."

After staring at the direction where the Count of Ile de France and his party left for a while, the Duke of Brittany turned back to his official residence.

"Is she still asleep in the princess?" he whispered to a entourage who had been following behind him.

"I'm still asleep. As your instructions from my lord, I asked the maid who served her to add a little calming potion to her water last night. The effect was very good. She was too tired and needed a good rest."

The Duke of Brittany nodded.

"I will go back to my room and write a letter. After half an hour, you will take it away, and then avoid others' eyes and ears and go to the Kingdom of Navarra overnight."

The entourage didn't quite understand why he was going there: "Navara Kingdom? Wasn't there a coup?"

"Yes, so I want to figure out what's going on. You'll observe for a while after the situation stabilizes, and then go to the nobles in power. Tell them that the princess is now in the Principality of Brittany. If they wish, I'd be happy to escort the princess back to the throne."

"Okay." The entourage nodded. He paused, and he asked carefully, "What if they don't want to take the princess back..."

"If they don't want a princess who is alive, I can also escort the body of the princess who is unfortunately in an accident - as long as they give the right price."

"This-!" The entourage was shocked, "Sir, is that your fiancée?"
Chapter completed!