When Duke Duke saw that Werther had not fallen into the trap, he was so angry that he almost fell down on his chair. Fortunately, Maier passed by.
"Your Highness, are you okay?" Maier held him up with one hand and asked.
"I'm fine." Duke Dark stood up straight, shook off Mel, and walked toward the back of the banquet hall.
"Your Highness, don't you want to try a new kind of pie?" Meyer raised the plate in his hand and said loudly at the back door.
"No, I won't eat now, I still have some things to talk about." Duke Dark walked quickly, and people around him could even feel his anger.
Soon he walked up to the people, and the chef was also there. They didn't know what they were talking about.
This scene was clearly seen by Werther. Werther won this round again. The plan prepared by Duke Darke and others to frame Werther was ruined. It would be strange not to be angry. However, he also noticed that when talking to Duke Darke,
One of the earls was the young man he saw in the corridor this morning who was full of malice towards him.
Werther walked down the steps and walked to Maier and asked: "Who are those people around Duke Dark, except the chef?"
Maier looked into the distance and said: "Those people are all earls whose fiefdoms are in Darke City. Their fiefdoms were given by the Duke of Darke."
Witte remembered seeing the introduction to the titles of the Kingdom of Notland in the study. In addition to the king can grant titles and territories to the royal family and nobles, those who have been knighted can also continue to be knighted in their own territory. So that
Several nobles who were talking to Duke Dark were all in the same group as Duke Dark.
Maier looked at Duke Dark and the others in confusion, then at Werther, walked to Werther's seat, bent down and whispered: "Your Highness, I still have a doubt, can you go with me to a place with few people?"
explain."
"Well, okay."
Maier brought Werther to the window and asked in a low voice: "Your Highness, you are really in trouble today. It's really strange. It's obvious that everyone in the palace knows that you have a problem with Raspberry, why do you still want the chef to be the chef?"
Let's make raspberry pie. Could it be that they are deliberately trying to make things difficult for you? Also, has Duke Dark been trying to fight you?"
Even if Maier didn't know the specific reason, living in the palace all year round made him guess the truth. It was because he cared about the king that he cared about the actions of the people around the king, so he directly raised this question to Werther.
But Werther didn't know how to answer this question. It didn't seem right to directly affirm or deny it.
Fortunately, Maier could see the caution in Werther's eyes, so he was sure that his guess just now was correct. Moreover, he also realized that he was a little abrupt in asking Werther this question, so he smiled and said: "Your Highness, the Great Prince,
I was rude, please forget the question I just asked, please don't mind."
Werther also smiled and nodded.
However, Maier had more doubts in his heart. In the past, he thought that the queen was targeting the eldest prince and instigating the relationship between the eldest prince and the king just because of jealousy. But later, more and more signs showed that Duke Dark was also targeting the eldest prince. Maybe this
It has something to do with the ambition of the Dak family.
In order to ensure the king's safety, do I need to talk to the king about this matter? Maier thought to himself, but the king favors Duke Dak, and even if I tell him, he may not believe what I say, so I still don't report to the king to cause him more troubles.
As long as I keep observing Duke Dark's movements, it should be enough.
"Your Highness, I still have a question. You used to panic when you saw raspberries, but why did you hold back today?"
Werther thought for a moment and then lied: "I'm eating
After eating the raspberry jam, I did feel a feeling of fear in my heart, but I forgot exactly what it was. I’m afraid it was just too painful, so I forgot about it without realizing it.”
"I see." Maier nodded, "Then can Your Highness continue to eat raspberry pie?"
Although Werther wanted to eat another piece, he was worried that someone would find out about it, so he shook his head and said, "No, give me a piece of steak."
"Yes, Your Highness, I will get it for you now. You can sit at the table and eat."
"Wait a minute, Mr. Meyer, can you tell me why I'm afraid of raspberries?"
"Of course, Your Highness." Maier sighed and said, "One day when you were ten years old, the queen ordered the whole palace not to give you food. When you were really hungry, you sneaked out of the palace.
Eating a lot of raspberries in the garden. However, he was discovered by the patrolling guards and brought to the queen. The garden was designed by the gardeners according to the queen's ideas.
The queen thought that you were disobeying her order by eating secretly, and that you were destroying her garden by eating raspberries secretly, so she ordered someone to arrest you, whip you, and at the same time make you say "Never again" over and over again.
Eat raspberries. From then on, every time you see a raspberry, you go crazy."
"So that's how it is." Werther couldn't help but sympathize with the former Werther even more, which deepened his determination to fight to the end with the Duke of Dark and his stepmother.
"Your Highness, let me take you back to the banquet hall. You must not be full yet, so I will get you some of the best food in the palace."
"No, Mr. Meyer, I can go get the food I want to eat, and you can just go and wait on my father."
"I will convey your kindness to the king, but the king specifically asked me to take good care of you."
"Well, I'm done."
Werther walked back to the banquet hall. The king's eyes fell on him.
After the raspberry pie incident, the king's favorable impression of Werther improved a little bit. Although it was not as loving as he did to Lern and Doris, it was at least close to half of it.
In the past, when the king was almost afraid of Werther's feelings, he could still pretend to be a father and son, but in this situation, he didn't know how to face Werther.
Was I too harsh on the child Werther? The king thought as he looked at Werther's back. At this time, the queen walked up to the king very angrily and attracted the king's attention.
"Baby, what's wrong with you?" the king asked the queen with concern.
"You promised me before that you only loved Len and Doris, but I found that you are now also interested in Werther. You have to know that Werther's child has a special life experience, and his cruel mother can even get angry with you.
As for committing suicide, who knows what Werther can do, maybe he is thinking about how to oust you from the throne."
When the king saw the queen's angry look, he immediately held her shoulders and comforted her: "Baby, don't worry, I give 100% love to Len and Doris, and my feelings for Werther are complicated and incomplete.
.”
The queen stared at him suspiciously for a while, then asked coquettishly: "Really?"
"It's true. I only have a little guilt and appreciation for Werther, that's all. Plus, I'm still jealous of him, so this feeling is far inferior to my feelings for Len and Doris. Don't be angry, baby.
Come on, I'll eat pie with you."
"Huh, that's pretty much it."
The king helped the queen to a chair, and the servants brought them pies and began to serve him
They cut.
"This is made by the chef. It must be delicious. Try it quickly." The king picked up the knife and fork, looked at the sliced pie on his plate, and suddenly thought of something, "Baby, it stands to reason.
The chef should know that Werther is afraid of raspberries, so why does he still make this kind of raspberry pie?"
The queen was shocked, but she still pretended to be calm and said, "I think maybe Si Shan forgot about it."
The king nodded: "I think this is also the reason. Fortunately, Werther did not lose control in public today. How about I punish Werther and also punish Si Shan."
The queen's expression was abnormal for a few seconds, and soon she started eating the pie normally again.
Werther did not sit next to the king, but sat on the side of the banquet hall and ate food. He was surprised that every delicacy Maier brought over was carefully cooked with expensive materials, and everything was cooked in Dawn Town.
He couldn't taste it. Of course, the drinks were also of the highest quality. If he hadn't been unable to drink any more, he might have drank a large glass of each drink.
After eating, he felt much happier. He leaned back, half-lying on the chair, hanging his arms, squinting at the exquisitely carved ceiling, and almost fell asleep.
"Your Highness, you can't sleep!" Maier, standing aside, reminded in panic, "Otherwise everyone will see it, and it will damage your image as a prince and lord."
After Maier reminded him, Werther woke up suddenly. He had been so sleepy just now because he had eaten so much that he almost fell asleep.
"Thank you for the reminder, Mr. Maier." Werther rubbed his face, picked up a glass of juice on the table and drank it to cheer himself up.
At this time, a noble man walked up to Werther with a shy girl.
The aristocratic man smiled and said: "Your Highness, this is my daughter. I have admired your name for a long time. Although I am only a viscount, my fiefdom is prosperous. If Your Highness does not dislike it, you might as well marry my daughter..."
Werther guessed that this man saw that he had made great contributions now, so he wanted to introduce his daughter to him.
However, before the viscount could finish speaking, another noble man walked over and whispered to the viscount.
Werther probably heard what he said: "Even if the eldest prince has made great contributions, the king still doesn't mention the matter of knighting him, and his fiefdom is still the poor Dawn Town. Wouldn't it be a big loss for you to marry your daughter to him?"
.”
After hearing this, the Viscount's expression changed, he quickly smiled apologetically at Werther, and then took his daughter away.
Werther sighed helplessly and smiled bitterly.
"Your Highness," Maier asked, "do you want anything more to eat?"
"No, are there any other activities later?"
"There will be a circus performance in the afternoon, everyone can move to the garden and tent, and there will be a dance in the evening."
"Well, when does the circus start?" Werther opened his eyelids forcefully. He was already very sleepy at this moment.
"It will take a while before it starts. Your Highness will be noticed if you go back to the bedroom to rest now. If His Highness really can't hold it in and wants to sleep, why don't I take His Highness to the tent outside first? There is no one there now. You can go there first.
Let’s sleep there for a while.”
"Well, great!" Werther seemed to be grasping at straws.
Maier took him to an empty tent, and Werther chose a hidden location.
"Your Highness, please sleep here. I will wake you up when someone comes."
"You are such a kind person, Mr. Meyer." Werther soon lay down on the chair and fell asleep.