Silver Ring City, Earl Nar's Mansion. (There are still fifteen days left before the escape)
"Your Majesty, the man and woman meet again."
After hearing the butler's words, the short, fat middle-aged man raised his head from the desk, put down the pen in his hand, and asked: "Viscount Philson has no suspicion?"
The butler shook his head, his tone full of disdain and disdain: "That idiot was convinced that the woman he met was the queen herself, and would never have thought that she was just a prostitute!"
The earl touched the top of his head with his hand and said cautiously: "Be careful in everything! If that idiot who is obsessed with the queen accidentally sees something, my plan will completely fail!"
"Sir, don't worry. We spent a lot of money to bribe a female official and a guard. Every time we meet the Viscount, they are accompanied as witnesses, and we have complete control of the Queen's itinerary; and that person, no matter the voice,
We spent more than half a month teaching a prostitute who has a similar body shape to the queen to imitate every move of the queen; let alone the stupid and arrogant Viscount Felson..."
When the butler said this, he took out a letter from his arms and handed it to the earl: "Sir, this is the love letter that Viscount Felson gave to the 'Queen' tonight. The content is roughly the same as what we want."
The count took the letter, carefully opened the envelope, and spent some time reading it carefully. Finally, he nodded with satisfaction and asked the butler, "Where is the painting?"
"Along with this love letter, he also gave the painting to the 'Queen' tonight."
"Where are the arrangements in the palace?"
"Everything is fine."
"Very good, this plan will be half successful." When the count said this, he suddenly remembered something and said to the housekeeper: "After this matter is over, those who are familiar with it, including the prostitute, do you know what should be done?"
Seeing the fat bald man gently clasping his fingers on the table, the housekeeper swallowed and nodded heavily.
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Silver Ring City, Royal Palace and Bedroom. (There are eleven days left before the escape)
"Your Majesty the Queen, it will be better if you apply some herbal medicine on the corners of your eyes."
Queen Mary looked sadly at herself in the bronze mirror. The two obvious purple bruises at the corners of her eyes and right collarbone were very dazzling. She gently pushed away the ointment handed over by the maid Cathy and asked in a hoarse voice:
"His Majesty the King hasn't come back yet?"
Cathy was stunned for a moment and whispered: "Your Majesty and the nobles went hunting."
"Where are those official documents?"
"I heard that everything was left to the political ministers..."
The queen closed her eyes and sighed heavily.
When Cathy said this, she first looked at the owner's expression, and then said angrily: "If you ask me, that painting and that letter, it's obvious that someone put the blame on you! They actually said that you just did it for a painting.
That Viscount Felson had a tryst! What kind of love letter did he receive from him!"
The queen shook her head: "It's a clumsy scam with many flaws, but it hits the king's weakness... As long as you give your majesty some time, I believe he can see the trick inside."
After saying this, Mary gently touched the wound on her face with her hand, but there was a dull pain in her heart.
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Silver Ring City, the main entrance of the palace. (There are still seven days before the escape)
"Knight Commander Hermann! Why hasn't Her Majesty the Queen been released from house arrest yet?!"
Looking at the maid in front of him who was yelling at him, Herman shrugged helplessly: "Sorry, as knights of the guard, we are only executing the king's orders."
Cathy was about to say something else when she was suddenly startled by the shouts in front of the square.
Hundreds of residents of Silver Ring City, shouting slogans and holding wooden signs high, rushed to the square and poured out their anger and dissatisfaction in the direction of the palace.
"Lower taxes!"
"Stop sucking our blood!"
"It's all the queen's fault! She made us so poor!"
"Kill her, she is an evil witch!"
Hermann's frown deepened as he listened to the people's cries. The conversation between the two palace guards behind him attracted his attention.
"I heard that someone once mentioned to the queen that the people in the Silver Ring Kingdom couldn't even afford bread, but the queen replied, 'Then why don't they eat cake?'"
Another person followed up and said: "Yes, I have also heard about this matter. Some people also said that the treasury asked the queen to use it to make clothes, buy jewelry, hold banquets, and build gardens. There are rumors among the people about the queen's appearance.
No.—‘Mrs. Deficit’.”
"People say that His Majesty the King is kind and loving to the people and is a good monarch. The Queen is evil, cruel and spendthrift. The King's reputation has been dragged down by her..."
The knight commander Hermann became more and more annoyed as he listened. He pointed his sword at the ground and shouted behind him: "Why are you still standing there?! Go and stop the people, don't let them rush into the palace!"
The man watched his men run to the front to maintain order and signaled the maid Cathy to return to the palace first. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a cavalry galloping from a distance.
The cavalryman carried a lacquered leather bag symbolizing an emergency military report on his waist. He shouted loudly at the civilians and guards in front of him, and rode directly into the palace.
Hermann looked at the badge symbolizing the "Eastern Legion" on the chest of the cavalry and fell into deep thought.
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Silver Ring City, Guards Camp, late at night. (The day before the escape day)
Herman was lying on the bed, looking at the cold moonlight outside the window, thinking about what had happened in the past few days.
The situation in the kingdom is getting worse and worse.
The people's anger is getting stronger day by day. In the past few days, the number of people participating in anti-tax rallies has exceeded 3,000 each time. People took to the streets and had several large-scale conflicts with the army. Incidents of death and injury can be heard every day.
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Compared to the civil strife, a recent news circulating in the military camp made him even more worried. To the east of the Silver Ring Kingdom, the troops of the Holy Acropolis had approached the national border, and the war between the two countries might break out again after four years.
And Her Majesty the Queen...
That beautiful and strong figure emerged in Herman's mind. Half a month ago, triggered by the "painting incident", the queen's reputation plummeted, and she was also charged with squandering the treasury, bewitching the king, and the princess of an enemy country.
, she was completely thrown into the forefront of public opinion.
Herman sat up from the bed and rubbed his forehead because of his headache. He wanted to sort out this dispute, but he didn't know how to sort it out.
"Sir, are you asleep?"
The sentry's voice came from the door, interrupting Herman's train of thought: "What's going on?"
"There is a woman who claims to be from the palace and says she must meet you."
Herman opened his eyes wide and stood up: "I'll come right away."
Five minutes later, the knight commander saw the maid Cathy who was crying in tears at the entrance of the military camp. He pulled the latter to a hidden corner. Herman asked urgently: "What happened?!"
From the maid's intermittent words, the knight finally knew what happened.
Half an hour ago, the Supreme Judge of the Yinhuan Court led a team of soldiers to blockade the dormitory. Not only did he take out an arrest warrant signed by the king, but he also read out to the public the charges of corruption, seduction, and infidelity against Queen Mary.
, treason, capitalizing on the enemy and other eleven crimes.
Seeing that the situation was not going well, the maid Cathy sneaked out while everyone was unprepared. In desperation, she had no choice but to come to the Guards Barracks and seek help from Knight Commander Hermann.
"What?! Why didn't anyone tell me about this in advance..." Herman stopped talking and suddenly thought that just yesterday, he was transferred from the palace to the military camp. Thinking about it this way, the arrest of the queen tonight will definitely
It was planned in advance.
As the Knight Commander of the Guards, Herman knew best what kind of person Queen Mary was. He did not believe these accusations at all. Thinking of everything that had happened in the past few days, he had gradually understood the truth of the matter - in order to appease the public's anger, he
To stabilize the situation, Queen Mary was pushed to the trial seat as a scapegoat, and the sentence waiting for her was probably the guillotine.
The question is what to do now?
Herman is a knight of the kingdom and a guard of the royal family. It should be his duty and responsibility to maintain the authority of the king, defend the honor of the country, and obey orders unconditionally. But...
"Lord Knight! Please save the queen!"
Cathy's cry deeply hurt the knight's heart, duty and justice. Herman was painfully wandering between the two dilemmas. There was sweat on his forehead, his lips were trembling, but he could not utter a word.
If my father were here, if it were him! What decision would he make?!
Herman recalled the words spoken by his father, Baron Cumberland, during his knighthood ceremony.
"Remember these words of mine! In the face of a strong enemy, do not be afraid! Be brave and loyal, worthy of the Heavenly Father! Speak uprightly, and would rather die than lie! Protecting the weak is no wonder of heaven!"
Herman closed his eyes. When he opened them again, there was no more hesitation and hesitation.
"Cathy, give this to the commander of the South Gate Barracks, my father, Baron Cumberland, and tell him to come to the west gate of the palace to meet me." Herman took off the cross he was wearing from his neck and handed it over.
In the hands of the maid.
Cathy looked at the token in her hand and sobbed softly: "Sir, what are you going to do?"