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The young man handed the crystal wine glass in his hand to Feng Xinghe with what he thought was an elegant gesture.

"Sorry, my master doesn't know how to drink alcohol." Before Feng Xinghe could refuse, Mu Jialan, who was closely beside him, had already handed him a glass of juice, and at the same time treated him with a neither humble nor overbearing attitude.

The young man's courteousness was interrupted by a guard, and a trace of displeasure was evident in his eyes.However, seeing that Feng Xinghe didn't express anything, he could only change the subject with interest: "My name is Arnold. Edward, it's an honor to meet you."

"Xinghe. Cape." Feng Xinghe smiled faintly, raised the juice in his hand and lightly touched the edge of his wine glass.

Seeing that Feng Xinghe didn't seem interested in continuing the conversation, Arnold still refused to give up, but continued to pester him: "Can I call you Xinghe?"

Since the first glimpse in the carriage, he has been obsessed with that young man who is as beautiful as the moonlight all afternoon. He didn't want to meet him unexpectedly at the banquet. Isn't this fate?

Feng Xinghe looked at him casually: "It seems that we haven't gotten to know that well yet."

"It's okay, we still have a lot of time to get to know each other." Arnold smiled, showing a smile that he thought was very handsome, "What do you like? Equestrianism? Prom? Or beast competition? I can get you the nearest VIP tickets for a beast fight, if you like, we can go together."

When Feng Xinghe heard this, a smile appeared on his face: "It sounds interesting."

"Ahem." Mu Jialan, who was standing beside her, coughed twice expressionlessly.

"Cousin Arnold, I hope you haven't caused any trouble to my distinguished guest." Suddenly, a voice with a smile came from behind several people.

Feng Xinghe followed the prestige, and Princess Clara walked towards this side with a smile while holding a crystal wine glass in the shape of a lily.

Arnold's complexion changed slightly the moment he saw Clara, and he was still trying to stay calm: "Oh, my dear cousin, don't describe your gentle cousin as a scourge."

A trace of doubt appeared on Clara's beautiful face: "Aren't you the most famous vagabond in the imperial capital?"

Arnold: "..."

"Or are these rumors that have spread to my ears all lies fabricated by despicable villains to tarnish my dear cousin?" Clara said with a serious look, "If that's the case, I will definitely order someone to go Find those villains and hang them on the gallows to show my cousin."

"Okay, okay!" Arnold knew that his goal might not be achieved today, so he could only admit defeat and raised his hands, "Dear cousin, I wish you a pleasant chat, I'm leaving first."

Princess Clara smiled slightly and looked at him: "Remember to say hello to my aunt. I heard that she has been in poor health for the past two days. I will visit her another day."

Arnold looked at Feng Xinghe reluctantly, and left dejectedly.Thinking that such a superb beauty could not belong to him, he felt a pang of regret in his heart.

"Thank you, princess." Feng Xinghe let out a look of relief.He had no reason to refuse the olive branch offered by the young princess.

Princess Clara looked at Feng Xinghe with curious eyes for a long time before she showed a sincere smile: "I thought it was a rumor that the Capet family was rich in beauties, but now that I have met you, I know it is true."

"Thank you for the compliment." Feng Xinghe started the business mutual promotion mode familiarly, "My cousin told me that you are the number one beauty in the empire, and I came here from thousands of miles to hope to have a chance to see the beauty of Her Royal Highness. But now look After I came to you, I regretted it a little."

"Regret?" Princess Clara raised her eyebrows slightly.

"I regret not coming to the imperial capital earlier to see your noble and beautiful appearance." Feng Xinghe smiled sincerely, "Your beauty makes the diamond crown on your body eclipsed."

Princess Clara couldn't help but cover the smile on her lips with the feather folding fan in her hand. No girl would refuse a gentleman's compliment, let alone such a beautiful boy as Feng Xinghe.

"The appearance of Xinghe has already made many people's hearts fall!" Clara put away her folding fan, and glanced at Mu Jialan standing behind him intentionally or unintentionally, "Then, see you later."

Feng Xinghe nodded politely, and watched Princess Clara leave the hall surrounded by two beautiful personal maids.

"I always feel that she came to me alone not just for the Capet family." Feng Xinghe looked back at Mu Jialan thoughtfully, "After all, she also has a C-level terminal in her hand."

Before getting in touch with this princess, Feng Xinghe noticed the large string of diamond bracelets on her wrist.

It was a very cleverly disguised personal terminal.

High-level personal terminals can turn on the hidden function, and the existence of the terminal cannot be caught in the eyes of others.For example, the terminals on the wrists of Feng Xinghe and Mu Jialan.

Low-level terminals do not have this function. Feng Xinghe confirmed by looking at the relief on the wall just now that Princess Clara is indeed carrying a C-level terminal on her wrist.

And her departure just now was not just for changing clothes, but more because her terminal received a message.

Feng Xinghe intercepted the message and turned to look at Cecilia.

"Princess Clara is going to see your son." Feng Xinghe told her.

Cecilia took a step forward almost subconsciously, then stopped again, looking back at Feng Xinghe.

Feng Xinghe nodded slightly to her: "Go."

Cecilia mixed in the well-dressed crowd, slipped out of the hall when the patrolling guards were not paying attention, and chased after Princess Clara in the direction she left.

Behind the ballroom is a sizable garden with tall trees and rose bushes, as well as the indispensable camellia garden, which is beautifully maintained by professional gardeners.

However, Cecilia didn't care to appreciate it, but was busy rushing through the garden to the castle behind.

Inside the castle, the lights are bright.

All the people were busy in an orderly and silent manner, some were guarding outside, some were busy fetching water and wringing towels, and some were bringing out the prepared potions and desserts.

"Didn't you say that little Eli's condition has stabilized? Why did he suddenly have a fever again?" After Princess Clara stepped into the gate, she no longer regained her reserved and elegant attitude in the hall, she lifted her complicated skirt and hurried to the door. Go inside a room.

A doctor looked at her in embarrassment, and replied respectfully: "Your Highness, the little prince's condition is indeed under control, but the little prince was playing in the garden in the afternoon, and the wind blows, which is why his condition suddenly relapsed." .”

When Clara heard this, she rubbed her temples with a headache: "Who took Prince Eli out? Didn't I tell you not to let His Royal Highness leave at will?"

"It's me!" A deep man's voice came from the crowd at the right time.

Clara raised her head in surprise and looked in the direction of the source of the voice, and saw a handsome man with a beard sitting beside Eli's bed, with a look of remorse on his handsome face.

Clara's tone was very rude: "Brother, don't you like to stay in the palace? Why do you suddenly remember that you have a son? Are you willing to come and see him? Anyway, Cecilia has already left, she asked If you take good care of Eli, you don't have to worry about it, what are you doing here?"

Caesar stared at his son lying on the bed, covering his face with his hands: "Last night I had a dream, dreaming that Cecilia came back. She asked me why I didn't take good care of our son, and she didn't want to forgive me……"

No amount of harsh words could come out of Clara's mouth.

Five years ago, when she was 12, she was a witness between her brother and Cecilia.

In his position, in her background, there is an insurmountable chasm between the two of them, but feelings forcefully bind these two people together.

When Cecilia left, she was 14 years old, but she experienced successive changes in the country's turmoil, her brother's decadence, and her nephew's illness. With the weakening of the royal family's population, she had to give up herself and choose to take all the responsibilities.

She has never tasted the taste of love, but instinctively regards it as a scourge.

What kind of feelings can make a young and promising emperor become a weak and decadent weakling?

She is very curious, but she absolutely dare not touch it.

Looking at the sad elder brother in front of her, Clara could only speak slowly: "Let Eli take a good rest. I think he must be very happy that you can play with him."

Caesar took a deep look at his son lying on the bed, got up and followed his sister out of the bedroom.

Only then did he notice that the girl who was originally only as tall as his chest had grown to be as tall as his jaw.

During his three years of silence, his sister stepped forward to bear all the responsibilities and pressures for him.In just three years, the innocence in the girl's eyes has been wiped away.

"I'm sorry, Clara." The man stopped and said in a deep voice, "Brother won't make you work so hard in the future."

Clara's eye circles were slightly red, and she stood there for a moment before whispering: "After my mother passed away, you and little Eli are my last relatives."

So, if I make a wrong choice for you, I will not regret it.Clara touched the terminal on her wrist lightly, telling herself silently in her heart.

Cecilia looked at Caesar's tall and thin back, hiding in the dark with red eye circles, until they were far away, then turned over and carefully climbed into Eli's room from under the eaves.

The room was stuffy, with the windows and doors tightly shut, and Eli lay on the soft bed, sinking deep into the velvet comforter.