Chapter 27: The Villain Can't Die So Easily

  Mosi couldn't withstand Sen's beauty strategy and soon revealed the king's plan to murder for wealth. Windsor secretly instructed someone to leak the message to Cinderella.

  The morning light, filtering through the half-open blue glass, awakened the sleeping lovers. A white dove perched on the windowsill, peeking into the room with curiosity. Cinderella was still in a daze, half asleep and half awake. Rochester got out of bed and went to the window, taking the paper roll from the dove's beak, ignoring the "Cinderella" written on it. He opened it, took one look, and then tore the paper into shreds. Turning around, he saw Cinderella standing behind him, her face as pale as paper.

  The intense pain from Cinderella's fall left her breathless, and Rochester was heartbroken, holding Cinderella tightly as if to say something comforting, but his throat was too dry to make a sound. The room was eerily quiet, the two people entwined in a silent, endless embrace.

  Lissten knocked reluctantly on the door, and a soft, sweet female voice came from inside.

  "Come in."

  The sky had already darkened, but the room only lit one lamp, which seemed very dim. The windows were all open, and the candlelight flickered, the pink gauze curtains fluttering in the wind, and a large bed in the curtains tantalized the visitor's senses.

  "Ma'am?"

  Lissten didn't feel anything at all, his voice remained calm and composed. The sound of water came from the bathroom, was Madam taking a bath?

  "Come and help me with a massage."

  The soft sound of dripping water was full of irresistible temptation, and Li Sichen frowned in discontent.

  "Madam, I'll call the maid for you."

  "What's wrong, can't I use you, Lieutenant?"

  Lissten was so angry that he had never heard of a woman being so brazen about flirting with men! If she weren't the mother of the Earl's son, he would have probably cursed out loud.

  "Madam, Chris still has something to discuss with me, I'll take my leave first."

  He had just taken two steps back when he was called out by someone.

  "Halt!"

  The sound of rushing water rose, and Lisitin covered his forehead. It seemed that today was not going to end without a fight.

  The countess, wrapped in a bathrobe, rushed out with a huff, and in the dim candlelight, Lestin's back figure was straight and handsome. The more the countess looked at him, the more she loved him, and the anger that had just been born from his provocation also disappeared without a trace.

  Lissten was thinking quickly of a plan to escape, unaware that someone had been paying attention behind her for so long. A pair of slender arms wrapped around her waist, and an extremely faint scent slowly invaded Lissten's consciousness.

  "Li Si Ting, hug me~"

  A soft, feminine voice whispered in Lysander's ear, and he obediently turned around. His beloved Charlotte, the goddess of his dreams, was now softly nestled in his arms seeking comfort. Her pink lips opened and closed, and Lysander suddenly leaned down to capture them with his own. The initial fierce attack gradually became gentle, and Countess Charlotte, a veteran of many battles, guided him until he was completely enthralled.

  It was late at night, the last candle had also withered away, and the fierce battle in the darkness that made one's face red had not yet subsided. The countess, amidst repeated ecstasy, fainted and then came to, with beads of sweat dripping from Liszt's hair onto her face and sliding down. Under a sudden violent impact, the lady could not help but let out a moan, hmm... Her long white legs were crossed and tightly wrapped around his waist like self-torture.

  I don't know who said it, but to win a woman's heart, you have to go through her ****. Although this wasn't the Countess's first time, it was her most lively one, and after that night, her heart was filled with Liszt, leaving no room for anything else.

  In the palace garden, the king and the Duke of Windsor sat face-to-face at a round table with nothing on it.

  "Is this the courtesy of Your Majesty?"

  Windsor couldn't help but say sarcastically,

  "You can't treat an enemy like a guest, or people will say I'm getting senile and can't tell friend from foe."

  The king was quite unceremonious, although their relationship had always been bad, but like today, the king still said it out loud for the first time without any disguise. The old fox was confident of winning this time, so he didn't care at all. Windsor sneered at him in his heart and finally couldn't bear it anymore.

  A maid was walking towards them from afar, carrying a tray, and Windsor couldn't help but burst out laughing.

  "Hehe, thank you for treating me as your guest."

  The king also saw the maid and glared at Moses in anger, Moses was very innocent, this was not his arrangement, what did that damned lamb die for!

  "Cough cough, how can I say it, I'm your uncle, how can you be a guest, you're my family!"

  This sentence is so shameless that even Windsor would cringe at it, truly getting more and more brazen with age.

  The maid approached, Windsor only glanced at her lightly and felt that the woman's behavior was a bit familiar, quietly sizing her up. The maid lowered her head as if afraid of the king's majesty, the king was used to others' timidity and didn't think it strange. She placed the tray on the side near the throne, the maid picked up a cup of tea and approached the king again. Moses became alert, he rebuked the maid saying

  "Let go! You can get down now."

  The maid's hand shook, and the tea splashed onto the king's robe. Just as the king lowered his head to examine it, the originally timid maid suddenly burst out with incredible strength. She pulled out a dagger from her sleeve and stabbed fiercely at the king's heart. Moses saw her action in an instant and drew his knife to slash at her back. Almost in the same second that the king was about to die, the maid also fell to the ground. With her last breath, she turned over, glaring viciously at Moses.

  "Devil, go down! To hell!"

  The maid's words were cut off before she could finish as Moses angrily beheaded her, her bloody head rolling to Windsor's feet.

  Things happened too suddenly, Windsor was still immersed in the deep regret that the enemy had been killed but not by his hand, Sen had instantly thought that since the king had been killed, those worms of the kingdom would definitely frame Windsor for it, and if they didn't hurry back to Nandou there might be trouble.

  Send word to the troops stationed around Windsor that after breaking through the royal army outside Petersburg, Winsor took his mother south, and in a hurry, he didn't forget to remind Sen that he must bring Charlotte back to the south. In the future, Charlotte can only stay in the south to receive his care.

  As Ero walked into the palace, the floor was already filled with weeping and wailing royal relatives. A path emerged among these people at the top of the kingdom, which was reserved for the most noble Crown Prince Rochester! Ero suppressed her clenched teeth, adjusted her facial expression, solemn and serious, not that she wasn't sad, but this occasion wouldn't allow it!

  The palace staff loudly announced the arrival of Princess Ero, and the royal family members who were kneeling on the ground turned their heads to look at her, comforting her with words. Ero walked through the crowd with an expressionless face, while Moses held up the crown in his hand but didn't wait for its owner. Their eyes met, and from hers, Moses saw desolation. The king's assassination had left behind a precarious throne, and her brother, Rochester, who should have taken over at this time, had eloped with the daughter of a criminal!

  Moses' heart sank to the bottom, what a big joke! Not daring to reveal too much emotion, Moses only gave her an encouraging look and then withdrew his gaze without looking at her again.

  As soon as Ero took the crown from Moses' hand, there was a moment of silence, followed by an explosion of comments and gasps.

  Ero had long anticipated this scene, but she never thought of contending for her brother's throne, so facing the doubts below, she was calm and unrepentant in her heart. She just took over the crown instead of being crowned, which means that the throne is vacant, and she is the proxy king during this period. In order to appease the royal nobles, Ero had to make up nonsense.

  "Please be quiet."

  Everyone below fell silent when they heard Princess Ero's speech.

  "The passing of our father has left my brother Rochester and me in unbearable pain, but thinking about how our father had devoted his life to the kingdom and its people, we do not want to see the kingdom decline because of his death. And as for you all, we cannot indulge in selfish grief over the loss of our father, but must emerge from it to save our kingdom!"

  Below, many people have already begun to sob, Ero continues to encourage them.

  "But when the news of my father's death reached him, my brother, the great prince, he loved Your Majesty so much that he could not bear the loss of his father who had cared for him, taught him and guided him on the path to kingship. The next day, he fell ill with a cold and took to his bed, unable to get up. My brother was clear-headed but weak in all four limbs, and every day in his chambers, he would curse the Duke of Windsor, that vile assassin."

  People began to mutter curses under their breath against the Duke of Windsor, and unpleasant words were not uncommon. Ero smiled slightly, his lips curling up in satisfaction, before quickly regaining a firm expression.

  "The prince entrusted me to act on behalf of the king during his illness, handling all matters great and small. This crown I will temporarily keep safe until the prince recovers and a coronation ceremony can be held."

  After Ero finished speaking, the royal family members expressed their consent to let the princess act on behalf of the king and inquired about the health of the bedridden prince. After dismissing the people in the palace, Ero sat down on the throne with a thud, one hand rubbing his sore forehead and the other beckoning Moses.

  Moses knelt at the feet of Ero and kissed her toes.

  "Your Highness, I am willing to stay by your side and assist you until the prince is crowned."