The Favored Heiress-Chapter 760 - 759: The Archbishop Need Not Be Polite

Xia Siyu immediately retorted without any courtesy, "Has a verdict been given? Is there evidence? You’re blindly following others’ words—do you even have a brain?"

Ye Jing was just about to argue back when the neighboring Shen Qingye threw another insult from the British Imperial mainland.

She was furious but dared not make a scene.

The British Imperial Royal Family’s Second Crown Prince had personally corroborated the evidence against Lawrence’s illegitimate acquisition of his lordship title, yet they still refused to admit their guilt. Wait until the evidence is presented, and watch their faces get slapped.

The Grand Justice sighed regretfully and concluded, "Currently, the House of Nobles has obtained proof of the Old Marquis being forced to sell his lordship. We now ask this gentleman to accompany us back to the House of Nobles for investigation."

Gentlemen, please remember firmly that the nobility is the symbol of honor for our British Imperial and it is absolutely impermissible for anyone to intentionally purchase and destroy the image and lineage of our nobility."

"The Grand Justice is right."

"Indeed, the noble bloodline must not be tainted."

Where there’s one, there could be another; when it came to lineage and rights, many nobles spoke out in support, eager to nail Shang Yu to the British Imperial’s pillar of shame.

The atmosphere in the private dining hall took a steep dive, with the once noble Marquis suddenly becoming the object of everyone’s scorn.

Li Qiao’s face was frosty as she clutched her cell phone and slammed it down on the table with a clatter, her dark eyes gleaming like blades as she memorized the faces of all those chiming in with criticism.

She snorted softly, and before she could speak, Shang Yu pulled her wrist from under the table and gently unclenched her fist with his deep, chuckling voice, soothing her affectionately, "Why get angry at a rabble?"

He spoke in the national language, which the Western nobles didn’t understand, but the Xiao family heard it clearly.

The eyes of Weston the Second Prince held frost as he exchanged a covert look with Xiao Yehui, before he ordered someone to call for the Royal Knight, "Take him back for investigation."

Xiao Yehui bent his lips into a smile and slowly rose to his feet, approaching Shang Yu and Li Qiao with a leisurely air.

In an instant, he stood behind them, leaning on the back of a chair and said, "Shang Shaoyan, are you satisfied with this first gift?"

The corners of Shang Yu’s thin lips gradually deepened, caressing Li Qiao’s fingers with a gaze as fierce as cold light, "Fairly satisfactory."

Xiao Yehui laughed softly and leaned in closer, "Then I hope the next time will be to your satisfaction."

Will there be a next time?

He violated the feudal law, and once judged by the House of Nobles, he could forget about turning his life around.

The Royal Knights outside had already entered with uniform steps.

They had a clear target, heading straight for Shang Yu and Li Qiao.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Yehui’s eyes flickered, and he turned to whisper in Li Qiao’s ear, "Xiao Qi, choosing to protect yourself now would be wise."

Li Qiao looked straight ahead, her expression willful and unrestrained, "What’s the fun in safeguarding oneself with clever schemes? A harmonious duo brings more joy."

Xiao Yehui shook his head in disappointment, "Suit yourself, then."

At this moment, the Royal Knights were already close at hand.

Shang Yu glanced over with a still composed gaze, as the Royal Knights, receiving a signal from Weston the Second Prince, made a move to seize Shang Yu.

He was neither a noble Marquis nor free of guilt; naturally, there was no need for courtesy.

And then—

The butler Yin Zhihong ran in with a look of shock, completely disregarding etiquette as he shouted towards Xiao Yehui’s direction, "Your Grace, George the Crown Prince has arrived."

Xiao Yehui’s face stiffened, his brows furrowing tightly, "Really?"

Even Weston the Second Prince stood up abruptly, "Is it true that George has come?"

Yin Zhihong nodded anxiously, "Certain, and..."

Before he could finish, a deep, resonant, and slightly questioning voice came from outside the private dining hall, "Brother, when did the private dining hall become a place for the Grand Justice to hold trials?"

The British Imperial Royal Family’s first in line for succession, Prince George.

Everyone in the room, at that moment, stood up.

Including Shang Yu who slowly stood up, except for Li Qiao who was busy sending text messages, apparently plotting something.

The man chuckled and, tugging gently at her wrist, said, "Behave, you can play later."

The opposing Xi Luo nodded significantly, deserving of being the only person who could invite Prince George, the Archbishop.

Accompanying Prince George was just one attendant knight, slightly older than Weston, who, steeped in the authority of the Royal Family for many years, possessed a restrained yet particularly imposing demeanor.

Li Qiao held her phone in one hand, fixedly watching the approaching Crown Prince.

If she hadn’t seen wrongly, just now Prince George seemed to have smiled at them, and he was gradually coming closer.

Three seconds later, George the Crown Prince stood in front of Shang Yu.

Then, Li Qiao heard the man greet with a thin smile, "Prince George."

What did George the Crown Prince say?

He patted Shang Yu on the shoulder with a genial air, as if a kind elder, "There’s no need for such formality between the Archbishop and myself."

Li Qiao: "???"

Archbishop what?

The Archbishop of the House of Lords ecclesiastical district?

That’s a position on par with the Grand Justice, a church leader.

Is it... her Shang Yu?

Li Qiao was uncharacteristically stunned, paying no heed to the continual buzzing of messages on her phone.

Compared to this, Marquis Lawrence... counts for what?

Not to mention a Grand Justice, even George the Crown Prince could not readily convict an Archbishop.

In this moment, not only Li Qiao was struck dumb.

Every single one of the nobles from British Imperial territory was intimidated by the declaration of "Archbishop."

The Archbishop... a church leader so esteemed and influential that he could even crown the nobility.

Does he really need to buy a title of Lord?

The Archbishop is way more badass than a title, right?

At this moment, Xiao Yehui stood just a few steps away from Shang Yu, his pupils contracting, even to the point of appearing shattered.

Even Xiao Yeyan was dumbfounded, looking at George the Crown Prince and nearly wanted to ask if he had mistaken someone else.

Parma’s Shang Shaoyan, South Sea’s Shang Shaoyan, how could he possibly be the Archbishop of the House of Lords?

Madam Xiao was in a trance, staring blankly at Shang Yu, her mind a total blank.

How could this be?

He had clearly violated the noble laws, clearly awaiting the Royal Family’s judgment. In such a predicament, yet he still managed to turn danger into safety...

Just how many unknown facets did Shang Shaoyan have?

In the back row, Xia Siyu looked triumphant, glaring at Ye Jing, and whispered with a scoff, "Su Yidao, according to your British Imperial constitution, how many years does slander against an Archbishop warrant, hm?"

Su Moshi adjusted his cuffs and answered succinctly, "At least ten years."

Shen Qingye coughed lightly, "It’s said that a church leader can sit on a par with the Royal Family, slandering an Archbishop is akin to slandering the Royal Family, a crime deserving of death."

Ye Jing was lost for words, and the excitement she had felt previously turned instantly into anxiety and unease.

Meanwhile, Weston was filled with an unknown tension and panic at the sight of George the Crown Prince’s arrival.

He had not anticipated things would develop to this extent and could only step forward quickly, bending over to bow, "Prince George, what brings you here?"

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