While retelling, Archduke Karl laughed, "I'm so embarrassed after hearing this. You have been by my side since I was a child. Why didn't I realize that you have so many advantages?"

"Stop talking!" Teresa suddenly felt her face getting hot and squeezed her father's shoulder hard to stop him.

Although she knew that he could only say nice things on that occasion, she still couldn't help but feel happy when she heard her father repeat it.

It's a pity that I can't see him bracing himself and having to praise himself.

But it doesn’t matter, there will definitely be opportunities in the future.

It seems that the plan has been successful... This is a good step, and the Austrians will eventually accept it.

The girl smiled happily and squeezed her father's shoulders considerately. She was very grateful for his hard work for her.

"Dad, thank you."

"Thank you, isn't it natural for a father to plan for his daughter?" Archduke Karl turned around and looked at his daughter's hand.

It is slender, white and translucent, like fine ceramics. This is a real treasure, and it was formed bit by bit while I watched it.

"What a pity. One day, these hands will eventually press on someone else's shoulders." He sighed, "I hope God will bless you and prevent you from encountering any disasters."

"I won't, Dad." Teresa lowered her head and kissed her father's wrinkled forehead, "I will always love you."

After the close interaction between father and daughter for a while, Archduke Karl, who had regained his energy, began to have dinner with his family.

Just after the dinner, a messenger came to the manor and handed a bag to the steward of the manor - of course this was the gift sent by the Duke of Lechstadt to Her Royal Highness Princess Theresa.

Amid the apprehensive laughter of the family, Teresa accepted the gift with a slight blush, then she returned to her bedroom and opened the bag.

Sure enough, there was a pile of manuscripts inside.

I hope you won't be disappointed. Teresa thought to herself as she walked to the desk where the candle was lit, and then looked at it quietly.

Time passed slowly, and it was late at night before she knew it, and Teresa put down the manuscript in her hand.

"It's really good." She whispered.

Although it looked a bit immature, she could still feel the talent and tragic beauty in it.

Your Highness...you really have something to be proud of.

She got back the feeling she had that day when she witnessed him reciting poetry.

It's a pity that I couldn't witness him writing these stories one by one.

But... there will definitely be opportunities in the future.

Isn't this young man worthy of admiration for his elegant conversation, adaptability to situations, superb swordsmanship, literary talent, and ambition? She felt a little excited, took a deep breath, and drank the juice prepared by the desk.

Moisturize your throat.

Suddenly, she felt something was wrong.

She looked at the handwriting on the manuscript carefully again.

The handwriting is so beautiful, it doesn't look like it was written by a boy who practices swordsmanship every day.

Only then did she notice the note next to it.

She picked it up and looked at it carefully, and then she understood what happened.

Although she could understand this reason, she always felt a little bit slightly disappointed.

It turns out that this is his real handwriting.

She opened her collection.

Whenever she reads a book and sees a passage that is exquisite or touching, she often cuts it out and puts it here. You can see that it is already filled with large or small pieces of paper.
Chapter completed!