The sickly boss always wants to get close to her

Dusula also had a look of surprise and trance on her face, as if she had never expected that the prince could actually be assassinated on his own territory.

The royal family's face was slapped!

"If what the knight said is true, then the princess is not a real princess. She might be a member of the rebel army."

Chu Bai Niao put his hands on both heads, rubbed them, and said softly: "Be good, don't think too much, this matter has nothing to do with us, just chat about gossip, don't be too scared."

Anastasha nodded, "I understand, Mommy. Oh my God, I really can't react! The prince died just like that!"

He was a person who was still alive just now. Although they didn't have a good impression of the prince, how could the crown prince of a country die so suddenly?

Dusula said, "The king and queen may be going crazy. After all, they only have one child, the prince."

They looked at each other and sincerely hoped that the princess would not be caught by the knights. As for why, it was of course because the prince was not a good person.

Although he pretended to be serious, the way he looked at their mother was not innocent.

Moreover, according to the noble ladies who were on good terms with them, the prince maintained unspeakable relationships with many of his "ladies".

Suspected of having an Oedipus complex.

After the excitement, the two went back to their room to sleep. After all, it was still early in the morning.

Cinderella saw that the light in Chu Bainiao's room was still on, and she hesitated to go forward, but when she thought of the other party's protection of him in the carriage, she went forward and climbed in by the wall.

The vase on the windowsill has been moved away, and the owner's attitude is very clear.

Cinderella was very happy, and she was even happier when she saw the figure sitting quietly on the sofa reading a book.

"Sister," he called, approaching cautiously, "are you waiting for me?"

Chu Bainiao had found him among the servants outside the castle before, but she didn't dare to look at him at that time and just sat there quietly.

Now seeing him approaching, she put down the book and asked, "The royal family will go crazy to attack you. Are you ready for the next step?"

Cinderella nodded, approached cautiously, squatted down, and put her head on the other's legs.

"Don't worry, sister. We will take care of it."

Chu Bainiao felt relieved when he said that. His senior brother has always been reliable.

She stretched out her fingertips and gently scratched his chin, "Protect yourself."

Cinderella tilted her head back and purred like a cat.

He couldn't help swallowing his saliva and asked coquettishly, "Can I sleep with you?"

Chu Bainiao nodded.

Cinderella suppressed her inner throbbing, leaned over, picked her up, and carefully put her on the bed.

Nothing happened. Cinderella didn't dare to touch her. Chu Bainiao was worried that she had scared him last time and left him with a trauma, so she slept very soundly.

When I woke up the next day, the whole royal city was in an uproar!

After all, since last night, countless knights have been searching house to house with warrants.

After a night, nothing was found out and the king was furious at the meeting!

The story of the prince’s death has not yet come to an end, and something even more serious has happened!

The rebels are coming!

The attack began in the early hours of last night, and in just a few hours, two cities were captured!

At that time, their king was holding a concubine selection party for his child!

Even all the cavalry was sent out to arrest the assassin who assassinated the prince!

He didn't pay any attention to the front line at all!

Even the first thing I thought of after the incident was to cover my mouth and pretend nothing happened!

If the returning "spies" had not been discovered by the city residents first and detained for questioning because they felt something was wrong, would the royal family have kept the secret from them forever?

The rebels have always been slandered by the royal family as an extremely evil army, and they are portrayed as being so cruel and eating raw meat and drinking blood like primitive people!

But he didn't expect that the boomerang he shot at that time would hit him right in the middle of his eyebrows!

The residents of the royal city were so frightened that they "voluntarily" launched a strike and gathered tens of thousands of people to march towards the royal castle, in order to force the king to recall the knights who arrested the assassin and send them to the front line!

It's pitiful that your son died! But you are a king! You have enjoyed the treatment that a king deserves!

Eat well, drink well, dress well! Be surrounded by the people, be obeyed by the people, then you should put the people first!

So many people's lives and fortunes depend on you! You actually sent the Knights to catch an assassin?!

Is your son's life really worth the lives of millions of people in the northern cities and even in the royal city?

The residents marched in protest, running step by step towards the castle.

The guards retreated with their weapons in hand. They couldn't kill anyone, could they? If they killed anyone and the residents rioted, they would be torn to pieces by the group.

The front line was in chaos, the city was in chaos, and his son's body was still lying in the hall!

The king, who was over fifty years old, felt his head buzzing and he seemed to be dying!

"Foolish people! Foolish people!"

"Bring the cannons! Bomb them to death for me! Bomb them to death for me!"

None of the nobles at the conference table echoed his words.

Some nobles even felt a little regretful. If they had known that this man was like this, they should not have helped him at all.

The nobles ignored the king and discussed in low voices.

“The most urgent task is to appease the residents who are marching.”

After all, the threat posed by the protesters was right in front of them. As for the rebels? They hadn't invaded yet.

"Yes, and then gather the knights immediately and send troops to support the north."

The king couldn't tell whether he was angry at being ignored or angry at having to call back the knights who had been sent out to look for the assassin.

He said heartbreakingly: "You are not allowed to recall the knights! I want to catch the assassin who killed my child! I want to catch the assassin!"

The nobles looked at him indifferently, and one of them couldn't help but sarcastically said, "Your Majesty, there are internal and external troubles. What you should do is not to catch any assassins, but to protect your throne."

The king's face turned red and twisted.

The noble continued, "Your Majesty, please go to the city wall and apologize to the residents. Tell them that you will recall the knights to support the front line and handle government affairs seriously so that they can rest assured."

The king seemed incredulous. "You want me to apologize to those fools? You——"

The sound of a sword being unsheathed interrupted the king's scream.

The knight coldly placed his sword on the king's neck, and the nobles said expressionlessly, "Perhaps it would be a good idea to kill you and let the queen come forward to apologize."

The king then realized who the real boss of this country was.

He swallowed nervously, "I know, I know, I'll go, I'll go right away."

The knight moved the sword from the king's neck to the king's spine, and held it against his back as if he were escorting him to the wall, forcing him to come before the crowd gathered outside the castle.