I! Cleaner!-Chapter 778 - 712: Failing as a Faithful Wife?

"Princess Melisande?"

Startled by the cleaner's scream, the Kingdom of the North's Foreign Minister quickly tugged at her, lowered his voice, and asked cautiously:

"Did you discover something? Did they arrange something against us?"

"..."

However, the cleaner was already too shocked to pay attention to the Foreign Minister. The moment she saw the giant photo, with those even more gigantic assets, her brain completely shut down, teetering on the edge of a crash.

Too fake! This is too fake! There is no way in this world that there could be someone... someone... Ugh!!!

(〃＞皿＜)!!!

Unconsciously clutching her chest, looking at the photo of the annoyingly happy woman, the cleaner's hands clenched and unclenched repeatedly, finally defeated by the cold reality, they slackened helplessly.

Damn it... I hate this woman! Hate her! Absolutely hate her!

Having naturally understood the meaning of "class enemy," the deeply agitated cleaner took a deep breath and tried to put up what little capital of her own she had, then gritted her teeth and asked:

"The woman in the photo is Princess Veronica?"

"Yes..."

The Kingdom of the North's Foreign Minister frowned slightly upon hearing this, then asked somewhat puzzled:

"You should have looked through her files during the past two days on the road, didn't the photos of her already there?"

"..."

There indeed were photos, but the most important part was just the upper half!

No! It should not be the upper half, judging from this photo... the extent, the most "complete" photo in those attached to the files probably showed less than a third of her.

Damn it! Why don't you photograph the crucial parts, why only focus on her face?

Biting her teeth in frustration, the greatly wounded cleaner gritted out:

"So my task this time is to help you connect with other kingdom envoys, to secretly form alliances to force her to cede some interests?"

"Yes."

Noticing the cleaner's strange expression, the Kingdom of the North's Foreign Minister nodded, cautiously stating:

"But we're not 'colluding,' we're 'connecting...' "

"That's irrelevant."

Pressing her hand on her heart to calm the throbbing pain, the extremely upset cleaner, avoiding the oppressive photo, urged through gritted teeth:

"Let's go! Whatever you're connecting, hurry up! I don't want to stay here a second longer!"

...

"Your Highness!"

As the main guests took their seats and the bands at both sides of the hall began playing preludes to the wedding ceremony, a lady-in-waiting entered the waiting room through a side door and found Princess Veronica, reporting with a slightly anxious demeanor:

"The Kingdom of the North's Foreign Minister has already found Prince Lucian from the Kingdom of Morna and begun engaging him! Moreover, the deputy Foreign Minister brought several external affairs officials to separately meet the wife of the Duke of Hesse and the Commander of the North Sea from the Kingdom of Saio, it seems discussions have already started!"

"Hmm."

After listening to the report, the princess paused slightly and then calmly inquired:

"What about Princess Melisande? Who is she engaging with? The North Domain Governor of Refract Kingdom? Or the Great Witch of Miphala?"

"There's nothing about that..."

The lady-in-waiting hesitated at this, stealing a glance at Anna who had distanced herself considerably, then quietly reported:

"Princess Melisande just exchanged a few words with Prince Lucian, helped explain something to the Kingdom of the North's Foreign Minister, then headed to the backstage."

Backstage? What is she doing there... Leon?!

Noticing the lady-in-waiting's gaze uncontrollably drifting towards Anna, Princess Veronica's previously composed demeanor suddenly faltered.

Princess Melisande of the Kingdom of the North entered not under an official identity but rather as Leon's "friend."

Leon, learning about this, showed surprise but did not oppose it, even indicating plans to collaborate with her, thus implicitly acknowledging Melisande's identity as his friend...

Leon's "friend" indeed...

Involuntarily biting her lip, recalling the file's description of the lively and charmingly youthful girl overflowing with adolescent vigor, Princess Veronica felt a twinge of inexplicable loss.

Princess Melisande was much younger than herself, only around seventeen or eighteen like Leon, showing innocence and purity even in photos, void of her own calculating nature, even a friend from the Clean-up Bureau, mutual trust seemingly strong...

Surely they have many common topics of conversation, don't they?

"Your Highness?"

Perceiving an unknown cause for the princess's sudden distraction, the lady-in-waiting quietly inquired:

"During my reporting, discussions related to the Crolock Kingdom have seemingly started on the Kingdom of the North's side, should we send someone to intervene?"

"Hmm?"

Coming back to her senses, the princess closed her eyes briefly, drawing a deep breath as she clenched her fist, resuming her earlier poised demeanor, she calmly stated:

"Let's leave it for now, not only the Kingdom of the North but other attending kingdoms, even those friendly towards us, are equally interested in Crolock Kingdom's assets.

They tacitly dispatch overwhelming envoys during my wedding with Leon, sharing ambitions similar to the Kingdom of the North's, only held back by our connections, less blatant than the North's.

So just let them talk, blocking them won't work, besides their current discussions hold little substantive impact. Ultimately, everything hinges on the private banquet post-wedding, where the 'battle' truly begins."

"Then let them talk, and proceed with everything as originally planned?"

"Hmm."

Agreeing with a slight nod, the princess couldn't resist softly biting her lower lip, her expression slightly awkward as she instructed:

"Besides that, you... hmm... Prince Leon likely didn't rest well yesterday and has been busy since morning, there's quite some time before the feast. Send him some pastries."

"..."

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Jealous, right? Definitely jealous, right?

"What are you staring at!"

Feeling uncomfortable under the certifying gaze of the lady-in-waiting, Princess Veronica, usually dignified and composed, couldn't resist giving her a gentle shove, playfully and warmly urging:

"Hurry up! If he ends up hungry, I'll hold you accountable!"