The Favored Heiress-Chapter 762: Shang Zonghai Calls Him Old George

Hearing this, Crown Prince George asked sternly, "When did this happen? Who did it?"

The person on the other end, sensing Crown Prince George’s displeasure, mumbled quietly, "Te...ten minutes ago, it happened all of a sudden, and we currently have no leads."

Crown Prince George’s eyes were deep and dark as he quickly thought of a countermeasure.

The information of the House of Nobles encompassed all the noble registries and family asset details of the British Imperial, which was no trivial matter.

If it were to be made public, the consequences would be endless.

The others did not know what had happened, but from the Crown Prince’s reaction, it seemed the situation was very serious.

At this moment, Shang Yu looked over at Li Qiao with a leisurely expression. His gaze slowly fell, and he saw her calmly tapping on the screen’s keyboard, as if removed from the situation.

Then—

The person on the other end of the line, both shocked and pleased, looked at the system’s database and exclaimed softly, "Your Highness, it has been restored, the data has recovered automatically."

Crown Prince George: "..." Are you sure it was stolen and not just a system bug?

Shang Yu, being close to him, heard the exclamation from the phone very clearly.

Meanwhile, Li Qiao also turned off her screen, picked up her cup of black tea, took a sip, and turned her head to meet the man’s adoring eyes with a slight, innocent smile.

She had intended to stir up some trouble, but inadvertently harmed a friendly force.

...

The extraordinary dinner at the Ducal Residence came to an end half an hour later.

The fireworks show above the city was drawing to a close, but the enthusiasm of the crowd on the streets showed no signs of waning.

One after another, the luxury cars of the nobility left Charlman Manor, and Weston the Second Prince left first with Princess Margaret.

Li Qiao and Shang Yu followed Crown Prince George out of the castle hall.

Within the manor, luxury was in view, with attendants from various families standing around the fountain lake.

Li Qiao discreetly looked around and quickly spotted Yun Lih standing next to Luoyu.

He had indeed kept his word.

Li Qiao slowly relaxed her brows, walking leisurely down the steps by Shang Yu’s side.

Leading with Xiao Yehui, the Xiao family escorted Crown Prince George to the fountain lake.

They each had different expressions as they watched everyone leave until the manor’s entrance hall was quiet again, and it was then Xiao Yeyan remarked with an implied meaning, "Isn’t this what they call... a failed first move?"

Madam Xiao, touching the emerald ring on her hand without a change in expression, met Xiao Yeyan’s gaze and her lips curved into a light smile.

At that moment, Xiao Yehui slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping over the two, finally resting on Xiao Yeyan’s face, "Ignorant."

Xiao Yeyan’s smile did not diminish, he stepped aside and teased with ill intent, "Big brother, if he finds out that you’ve boldly made use of the Second Crown Prince, the consequences might be..."

"Huh," Xiao Yehui laughed briefly, "are you sure it’s me who used Weston?"

As he finished speaking, he glanced at Madam Xiao with a seemingly regretful shake of his head and headed straight back into the main hall of the castle.

Xiao Yeyan looked at his retreating figure, his eyes squinting, a smile that was not quite a smile on his face.

...

About a quarter of an hour later, a convoy of luxury cars stopped outside an estate on the outskirts of the city.

Crown Prince George stepped out of the car, tiredly pinching the bridge of his nose, and looking at Shang Yu and others in the car behind him, he raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Is this all your entourage?"

Xi Luo, Gu Chenn, He Chen, and Feng Yi walked out of one of the cars.

The Border Four Sons jostled each other as they got out of the rear car.

The last car contained three assistants and Yun Lih.

With a large group of people making quite a scene, even Crown Prince George was stunned.

Li Qiao glanced back quietly and saw more than a dozen figures standing intermingled—a mix of lethargic, mischievous, and restrained... in short, all sorts.

She had not yet spoken when the four border nobles behind her chorused in unison, "Yes, accompanying."

The three assistants also took their stand and nodded, "Yes, accompanying."

Everyone else: "..."

Who the hell was ’accompanying’? They were clearly here to watch the show, okay?!

Crown Prince George couldn’t help but let out a wry smile, then beckoned with his hand, "Come on in, everyone."

This separate mansion was not as luxurious as the manor; aside from the small and exquisite garden, there was only a three-story castle structure.

A large group of people walked into the hall with great fanfare.

To the right was a stately living room, under an old-fashioned and magnificent crystal chandelier, where someone was currently sitting.

Upon seeing Crown Prince George, the person propped themselves up on their knees and stood, the lens reflecting a pale blue light.

"Old George, I’ve troubled you today."

When Shang Zonghai said these words, everyone standing at the entrance of the living room raised their eyebrows in surprise.

This naturally did not include Shang Yu.

Li Qiao pursed her lips, her delicate brows and eyes serious.

Had she underestimated Shang Zonghai’s true strength from the beginning...

The first in line to the British Imperial throne, and apart from any surprises, the future Emperor of the British Imperial, became ’Old George’ in his words.

Moreover, he had arrived at the British Imperial without making a sound.

Shang Yu, holding Li Qiao’s hand, took their seats first, both saying in unison, "Dad."

Seeing this, those standing as ’accompanying’ tactfully chose to leave the living room.

Even Xi Luo, usually so calm, had a stiff look in her eyes.

They had thought being an Archbishop was very impressive; they hadn’t expected the Archbishop’s father to be even more arrogant, directly calling him Old George.

That’s the future monarch of the British Imperial!

Outside the door, He Chen and Feng Yi found a spot to the side to smoke and relieve their boredom, having had almost zero communication during the entire banquet to confuse the others.

Gu Chen followed Xi Luo with a dumbfounded expression, going wherever she went, his steps unsteady.

The four sons, meanwhile, surrounded Yun Lih, each in turn eagerly inquiring after his recent circumstances.

Xia Siyu stood a few steps away from him, as usual, full of smiles and charm.

Yun Lih had hurried out of the stables, wearing an ill-fitting suit and shirt that he had presumably scrounged from somewhere.

He coughed into his fist and turned his face away, then, looking around at the four sons with a smirk, he teased, "Anyone who didn’t know better would think I’d been resurrected from the dead. Do you really need to be this excited?"

The chattering voices of the four sons gradually subsided.

Shen Qingye, bumping into Song Liao’s shoulder, stood in front of Yun Lih with his head drooping, his tone grave, "Brother Lih, it’s my fault for being too impulsive with my thirst for revenge. It’s a good thing you’re alright, otherwise... Qi Zai would definitely cut ties with me."

Yun Lih raised his hand to thump him on the shoulder, "Cut the crap, it has nothing to do with you."

Xia Siyu stood in place, unwaveringly gazing at him. He hadn’t been seen for months, and he’d grown much thinner, even his hair had turned white, but no matter what, he still looked the way she liked.

Song Liao, with his simple and honest face, said something that could drive someone to their grave, "Brother Lih, it’s good you got out, just don’t ever get so down that you go back in there."

Yun Lih: "..."

He had been to Charlman Manor, not a damn prison!

Compared to the others’ excitement, Su Moshi was exceptionally silent at this moment.

He quietly observed Yun Lih’s complexion, which was too pale, and his persistent coughing.

The astute Yun Lih caught his gaze and raised an eyebrow, "What, have you fallen in love with my face?"

Su Moshi, with his eyelids half-lowered, cast a look to the side, and Yun Lih understood at once.

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