Chapter 1849: Chapter 434: Cruel Reality, Naivete

Looking at her lying on the bed, frail and pale, he could only hate his own helplessness.

"Are you serious? Does Her Majesty the Queen really have a daughter? My god, is it true?"

Two resting soldiers hid in the corner, sharing the latest gossip they had heard, with looks of astonishment.

"Absolutely true, a fellow villager of mine works by General Gianna’s side and personally overheard the conversation between General Gianna and her confidant." Another young soldier patted his chest to guarantee the truth.

"Since she’s Her Majesty the Queen’s daughter, that would make her a princess, right?"

"Yes, I heard there will be a coronation ceremony for the Princess during the court ceremony in a week. Rumor has it that the Princess is a young maiden, beautiful as a flower. We can catch a glimpse of her true face during the ceremony."

In the shadow, a man’s lips curled slightly.

"But how could Her Majesty the Queen, being so young, have such an adult daughter?"

"Who knows? Perhaps Her Majesty the Queen takes good care of herself? Haha..."

"But why didn’t Her Majesty the Queen announce it earlier? Why choose this time, just after the country’s establishment, to declare a princess? What’s the Queen’s intention?"

"Shh, let me tell you..." The young soldier lowered his voice, "This is confidential information, don’t spread it. Let me tell you, Her Majesty the Queen intends to use the Princess for a political marriage. After all, they’ve just established their position, and the foundation isn’t firm yet. A marriage alliance is the wisest choice. I heard the Queen intends to choose between the Son of Sangque and Prince Lais as the Prince Consort..."

"What?"

"One holds power and the other wealth. The Queen is playing a clever game. If there were two daughters, wouldn’t all worries vanish if they were both married off? Haha..."

The man’s eyebrows lowered as he slowly emerged from the shadows; his powerful presence stopped the laughter of the two gossiping young soldiers instantly. Seeing the approaching man, they were so frightened their legs went weak.

A silver mask, aloof and transcendent, capable of freely entering and exiting the palace, these features fit only Q, the Boss of the Bauhinia Society’s Secret Guard Group, and the Queen’s confidant, Q.

Rumor had it he could kill without batting an eye. Anyone who had seen his true face was dead, so no one had ever seen the face beneath the mask.

"What is the crime for speaking rashly about Her Majesty the Queen in the palace?" The man’s cold voice bore no emotion, and the two young soldiers were so frightened they dropped to their knees with a thud. "Spare us, officer... we’ll never dare again...."

"What happened?" A man in a purple military uniform strode over, the Commander responsible for the palace guard today.

Seeing the tall and imposing man with extraordinary bearing and a silver mask on his face, the Commander couldn’t help but furrow his brows and said dismissively, "I wonder how my people offended Lord Q?"

In his eyes, the people of the Secret Guard Group were just rats hiding from the sun, incomparable to real soldiers like them.

"What is the crime for speaking rashly about Her Majesty the Queen?" the man asked indifferently.

Seeing that their supporter had arrived, the two young soldiers immediately crawled up and stood behind the newcomer, pointing at the man opposite them and saying, "You’re slandering us. When did we speak rashly about Her Majesty the Queen? Commander, you must stand up for us. Even if given the courage of the heavens, we wouldn’t dare speak rashly about Her Majesty the Queen...."

The Commander snorted coldly, "Capital punishment can be avoided, but punishment is inevitable. Cut out their tongues, and send them to The North Sea for hard labor."

"Proceed."

The Commander squinted his eyes. "What do you mean?"

The man curled his lips in a smile, tender and affectionate, yet inexplicably causing one’s hair to stand on end.

The Commander saw only the flicker of a blade at the man’s fingertips. As his figure moved, the two young soldiers stared wide-eyed with reluctance, a crimson line appearing on their necks, and in the next moment, they collapsed to the ground.

The man leisurely took out a pristine white handkerchief, slowly wiping the blade, as the silver mask reflected a cold gleam in the sunlight.

The Commander was shocked, hurriedly pulling out a handgun to aim at the man’s head, shouting sternly, "Are you rebelling?"

"Don’t rush to point your gun at me first. Better take care of your subordinates. The Queen is someone who can’t be slighted. Speaking rashly today is a small matter; losing your head tomorrow is the real concern. I’ll burn more ritual money in front of your grave."

With those words, the Commander’s face turned pale as the man disdainfully curled his lips and left.

He’d forgotten a fact: Q was a confidant of the Queen, and if he whispered into her ear, his head would be in danger.

How foolish he was to confront him. He must have grown tired of living.

"Alright, the preparation for the court ceremony is entrusted to you. Don’t disappoint me."

Gianna respectfully lowered her head, "Yes."

"If the Queen has no further instructions, I’ll take my leave."