Chapter 9 Too Old for the Queen

And I've never lied for someone who molested me. Susan was a little bit angry and struggled secretly, but Daniel, despite looking young, really had a firm hand. Susan made a couple of tries, more like she was trying to move a streetlight pole, then gave up.

"Be quiet. It's not bad like what you think," Daniel said in a low voice.

What do I think? I don't think anything. I just want to go home.

Susan stood in despair, looking at the nobleman's handsome face, slowly showing a smile that grew bigger and bigger. Finally, he burst into loud laughter.

"Regency? The Queen has just been in power for one year and hasn't made any big mistakes. In this situation, how can I be a regent? How can I ask the Queen to go back to her bedroom and do some sewing to kill time? And by the way, talking about being a King, don't you think I am too old for the Queen?"

"Old? I don't think being a dozen years older is too old. Maybe Her Majesty likes you. Maybe that's why she purposely drove away all the suitors." The old man smiled and advised, "Maybe the Queen has waited for your courting. After all, you were the one who assisted her from her infancy until she took power, and she trusts you and perhaps loves you even more. In any case, the Queen must return to her family and leave the government to a man."

"I have no interest in the throne." The nobleman said flatly, "How can I have time to be a king when the war is so intense on the northern ."

The old man smiled, paced slowly, and said, "I heard that your Northern Fleet plan has been put on hold because of the Queen's delay in approving the budget?"

The nobleman frowned a little.

"Imagine if you were King..." the old man said seductively, "not only the northern fleet, even if the army is conscripted to go south. Stepping on the Obsidian Kingdom to wipe out the shame of the past, it is nothing."

There was a subtle change in the nobleman's face, and he slowly touched his collar with his fingers and suddenly looked at Susan. Susan looked down at her cloak and realized that he was trying to touch the black jade clasp on the cloak. Susan thought the cloak might be something he used a lot, and maybe the jade clasp had some special meaning to him.

If so, why did he lend her his cloak? If he just wanted to show mercy, he could have used his attendants' cloak instead of making himself not comfortable.

A subtle feeling arose in Susan's heart. Maybe he is not precisely baster.

Then she heard the nobleman speak slowly: "I never knew that your grace was so concerned about the defense of our country."

The old man laughed a little without denying it.

From the beginning to the now, the old man maintained an amiable, generous, and benevolent appearance. But Susan's intuition told her that this old man was not as harmless as he seemed. The more he was like this, the more Susan felt that he was sophisticated and deeper.

"But is it because the Queen has rejected the council's plans for building the great temple? That is why your grace is so concerned about the Queen's marriage?" A mocking smile rose from the lips of the nobleman, "I suppose that's the real reason your grace can't wait to see me?"

Only now did Susan see the old man's steady smile freeze, but only for a moment. Then the old man burst into laughter.

"It's just a temple. What's the difference between building this year and next? But the temple can wait. The people of the Silver Moon kingdom can not "

The old man approached the nobleman and stopped just a step away. He took the nobleman's arm, just like he was a close friend, and said: "Henry, you've put a lot of attention on the north in recent years. I'm afraid you don't know?"

The nobleman lowered his eyes and looked at his arm. The old man's hands were so tight that his sleeves were wrinkled.

"Know what?" asked the nobleman in an expressionless voice.