"Thank you, I'm fine, it's okay, I just have to... Damn, this chair was just ordered not long ago..."

Thales held Miranda's hand and used his strength to struggle up from the broken chair.

Miranda quietly looked at the boy in front of her, who was probably a teenager now. She looked at him with a rich expression and he was pulling the fallen chair in embarrassment.

This reminded her of the Haoyue Temple seven years ago, the little boy standing on the wooden box covered in dirt, but still waving his immature fists and roaring "Are you coming?"

Miranda unconsciously raised the corners of her mouth.

"Okay, I give up. I'll have to ask them to find another carpenter next time..." After a moment of confusion, Thales could only raise his hands helplessly and declare the end of the chair's life.

The moment the young Duke raised his head, Miranda's smile disappeared:

"Now, Your Highness, can we get back to the topic?"

Main topic.

"What? Oh, yes, that's right, so what we just talked about is..."

【Do you want to marry me?】

Thinking of this, Thales looked solemn and his voice became lowered:

"Are you kidding me, Ms. Miranda Allender?"

Marry Miranda?

It feels like...the bargaining chip he once used to threaten others, um, has come true?

The next second, he seemed to see Raphael Lindbergh appearing in front of him, his eyes glowing red and a malicious sneer.

This made Thales look tense.

Facing the tense-looking Duke, Miranda looked as calm as ever:

"No, this is not a joke. Even if it is, it's not funny."

It seems you know it too.

At that moment, Thales had countless thoughts running through his mind (including "She is teaming up with that desolate boy to take revenge on me"). He took a deep breath and straightened his back.

"Well, if this is not a joke, then my suggestion is: I will go to Sister Valencia and Mallos first, and maybe also Stork from the logistics wing. We have to have a meeting to study the livelihood issues around Xinghu Castle, especially

It is the quality supervision of traditional handicraft products, and by the way, we will deal with this chair or the remaining parts of it."

Miranda said nothing.

"As for you, Ms. Allende, who is visiting from the Standing Army Camp of Broken Dragon Fortress, as a typical example of promoting the family life of soldiers and civilians and the heart-to-heart connection in the Central North, went to the kitchen to ask for a cup of mate tea, and then..."

Thales waved his hand and pointed decisively at the door:

"Come to me again when you sober up."

Just kidding, this Duke is in an important position, with heavy responsibilities on his shoulders, and many things to deal with every day. He also has far-reaching issues like the end of the world and tailbone pain to deal with...

But Miranda didn't leave.

Instead, she looked at Thales carefully from head to toe, as if inspecting goods.

"But you haven't answered me yet."

The female swordsman's words were cold and her eyes were compelling:

"You, Thales Bright Star, do you want to be my husband?"

fuck me

No, no, no.

Thales took a deep breath and kept reminding himself that he was now the Duke of Star Lake. He should maintain due courtesy and grace and pay attention to the rhythm of his speech:

"I'll be your fucking sister."

Miranda was stunned for a moment and didn't know why.

But the next second, Thales grabbed the female swordsman's arm and pulled her aside.

"Are you crazy?"

Thales lowered his voice and looked at the door warily:

"I'm going to marry you? Do you know that just saying these words will cause an uproar? The relationship between Canxing and Yalunde, Fuxing Palace and the North..."

"Do you know what will happen if what you say here spreads outside? And do you know who is responsible for collecting and processing this information and public opinion in the Kingdom Secret Service?"

Miranda looked at him, her expression unchanged, but she slowly released the hilt of the sword.

"You are just like before, Your Highness," the female swordsman snorted in response. "You are especially talkative when you are nervous, and you always talk nonsense that others cannot understand."

Am I nervous? Am I talkative?

That's because you haven't seen "Prince's butt" before.

Thales originally looked cold, but when he looked at Miranda, he recalled the scene of them living and dying together, especially her life experience and her father's misfortune, and he couldn't help but sigh.

"All right."

Thales pulled her to the window, as far away from the door as possible, and then breathed out impatiently:

"Tell me, what happened? Is it the anniversary of the breakup or a revenge cheating? Are you so anxious to find a new love?"

Miranda stared at him carefully and frowned.

"Hey! Don't let Mr. Raphael Lindbergh secretly go to Red Square Street to flirt."

Thales clapped his hands and said sarcastically with a feeling of comfort: "As a result, records and witnesses were left behind. You found out and want to break up?"

Seeing Thales going back and forth and deliberately using another name to change the topic, Miranda snorted coldly.

"This has nothing to do with him."

Thales shrugged:

"Of course, I'm sorry. It's my fault. I forgot that you are an independent girl, so no matter what happens, you will not punish yourself for the faults of others, especially your ex-boyfriend, and you will not trouble others."

But Miranda's expression turned cold. She took out a letter and a portrait from her bag and thrust them into Thales's arms:

"It has something to do with you."

Thales was stunned.

He lowered his head and unfolded the letter in his arms:

"This is……"

"A letter of greetings from you 'personally'."

Miranda said disdainfully:

"Not only did he describe in detail the seven-hundred-year-old friendship between the Canxing and Alende families, which included many well-matched and admirable marriages, but he also complimented my family, reputation, appearance, and achievements, and also kindly asked questions.

It has affected my physical health, mental mood, and finally quoted an ancient love poem to express your longing for me, lamenting your loneliness for many years of being single. By the way, I also asked for a recent portrait of me."

At that moment, Thales was petrified on the spot.

His previous endless majesty and coldness suddenly turned into full of embarrassment and embarrassment.

"This, maybe it's just daily..."

Miranda ignored him and continued speaking:

"Maester Alpassoni said that according to the tradition of the kingdom, this is the de facto 'marriage notice'."

Thales swallowed unnaturally:

"Actually, no, then..."

"Of course, Lord Bustamante eliminated all polite words and rhetoric and summed it up for me in one sentence," Miranda glanced at him sideways:

"Are you ready for breeding?"

It's really my problem.

Thales put down the letter expressionlessly, and the room became completely quiet.

Kessel Brightstar, I am your sworn enemy.

"Well, dear Miss Allender."

Thales tried his best to ignore the furious God of War Thales who was destroying the world with magic power exploding in his mind. He suppressed the urge to break into the Renaissance Palace again, smiled gently and kindly:

"If I said that this was all my father's intention, and I didn't know anything about this thing in advance, it painted me really well, would you believe it?"

"What does your father mean?"

Miranda stared at him, her sharp eyes seeming to see through more things.

After a while, she took off her sword, held it up with one hand, and sat on the window sill.

"I believe."

Thales breathed a sigh of relief, finally letting the red-eyed Raphael dissipate in his heart.

"Ah, well, now that the misunderstanding has been resolved...in fact, I am preparing for a trip, why don't we talk about it later..."
To be continued...