Do you all know the future?

Chapter 59 The Queen's Marriage Proposal
Diane didn't go to school the next day, as it was a day off. Diane and her maid went to the Investigation Bureau. Since she was receiving a salary from the Investigation Bureau without actually working there, she still had to put on a show.

Many people in the Bureau of Investigation already know Diane. Diane's good fortune has spread throughout the Bureau. One trip to sea and a mermaid pays her money. Isn't this something that only happens in a storybook?
It happened right in front of everyone, so it spread like wildfire. Diane's rise to power through Isabella only added to her legendary status.

Each employee looked at him with a respectful distance, following the Bureau's rules: don't pry into your colleagues' secrets; curiosity killed the cat.

Diane was too lazy to deal with them anyway. After getting the office location, she didn't bother chatting with the Bureau of Investigation personnel and went straight to the office.

"It seems our director hasn't arrived yet."

Diane entered the office, which was empty. She glanced at the maid and knew they had arrived early.

"Maybe we arrived too early. Strong people generally have their own routines."

The head maid explained, observing Bridget's office, which resembled a workspace with minimal decoration.

"Maybe, after all, the boss's working hours are different from normal people's. So, should we wait for her? I wonder if she's had enough of being jealous yesterday, and what kind of expression she'll have today."

Diane naturally sat down on the guest sofa and gestured for the head maid to sit down as well, but the head maid simply stood beside Diane without making a move.

"It should be back to normal by now. After all, she has no relationship with you, Master, so what right does she have to be jealous? If she can't accept becoming your lover, then we can just find the next target."

The head maid, however, was quite nonchalant and advised Diane to relax, as she believed in the power of the Holy Blood.

"If we change the player, we'll lose the advantage of the Holy Bloodline. Besides, if the other side were really that decisive, they wouldn't have said they'd wait for me today."

Diane still held high expectations. First, he wanted to verify the effects of the Holy Blood. Second, he didn't want to devise a plan to use the Holy Blood to seduce other people, as feeding people the Holy Blood in a reasonable way was too troublesome.

"Maybe, let's see what they say today before deciding, don't overthink it."

The head maid did not deny Diane's opinion; she knew best how powerful the Holy Blood was.

"What can we say? We'll just chat, but I don't know what to talk about with her. She's not a child. Can we tell her stories?"

Diane leaned back on the sofa, thinking again of that silly little girl who had grabbed Diane's sleeve that morning with dark circles under her eyes, asking him why he had failed.

"Listen to her talk about her experiences in the spiritual realm, and occasionally offer some affirmation. You'll naturally have topics to discuss, and you and I will have endless things to talk about."

The head maid taught Diane how to woo girls, and even gave her own example.

"That's not the same! There's no one else here. Please sit down!"

Diana pulled at the maid's skirt. Even the woman who had drunk the holy blood couldn't accept it, so how could anyone else?

"They'll be here soon, the person is here!"

The maid shook her head and looked toward the door. Diane followed her gaze as a sophisticated woman in a trench coat stepped into the office.

She wore a long khaki trench coat with a clean cut and excellent quality. The belt of the trench coat was casually tied behind her back, and the open front revealed a black turtleneck sweater and a pair of slim-fitting dark skinny trousers. On her feet were a pair of knee-high boots with low heels, which made her look capable and have a strong presence.

"Good morning, Lord An, you're here way too early."

When the snow-haired mature woman saw Diane, she was taken aback at first, then greeted him with a natural smile.

"Good morning, Chief Brigitte. I just arrived, thinking about my promise to you, Chief Brigitte. I didn't expect that our start times would coincide so perfectly."

Diane smiled and said that she seemed much more stable in her emotions, unlike the sullen and helpless look she had yesterday.

"It seems I'm still highly regarded by you, Lord An. Have you moved back home yet, Lord An?"

Sitting on the sofa next to Diane, Bridget tried to start a conversation, her eyes fixed on Diane's face. Unconsciously, she crossed her long, shapely legs, her high boots curving upwards in a sexy arc. Her straightforward words revealed her mature and frank nature.

"I certainly wouldn't dare to neglect my appointment with Director Bridget. Did Director Bridget have any plans for her audience with the Queen yesterday?"

Diane struggled to find the right balance, opting for a conservative approach and shifting the topic, as a direct answer seemed inappropriate no matter what she said.

"Well, there are no arrangements, but I did receive some news, which might be quite surprising. No one else knows about it yet, so don't tell anyone."

Diane changed the subject to the Queen, Bridget's eyes flashed, and then she gave Diane a mysterious warning.

"Then I'd rather not know!"

Upon hearing this secret, Diane sensed trouble and, adhering to the principle that no mission would be initiated without an answer, decided not to listen any further.

"Listen up, our Queen is recruiting princes! She met with me yesterday to discuss the criteria for selection!"

Bridget's carefully constructed emotions were thwarted by Diane, causing her to lose her mature and sophisticated demeanor. Ignoring whatever Diane said, she directly relayed the news to him.

"I already said I wouldn't listen, Chief Bridget, why did you say that again? I'm afraid I'll let something slip!"

Diane tapped the armrest of the sofa with her fingers, her face contorted in a grimace. She didn't want to listen, but Bridget still spoke.

"Don't worry, sooner or later people will find out. Once you start talking, do you think you can just ignore it?"

Bridget snorted coldly, crossing her arms in a domineering manner. She glanced at Diane as if to say, "I did say that."

"But you, aren't you surprised that the Queen wants to recruit a prince?"

Bridget didn't see any surprise in Diane's distressed expression. Didn't Diane have any questions?
"What am I surprised about? What does the Queen recruiting a prince have to do with me? She's not going to recruit me anyway. What would she want our investigation bureau for?"

Diane was puzzled as to why he was surprised. What was so strange about the Queen getting married? It would be strange if the Queen didn't get married.

"I forgot you're a foreigner. You don't know how tempting Her Majesty's position as a prince is. It's like being half a monarch in the Tudors. You can participate in national political discussions. It's a great position to expand your influence and elevate your status. The Queen is also beautiful. So many people are eyeing her."

Seeing that Diane didn't understand anything, Bridget patiently explained, but Diane showed little interest.

"Oh, that means the competition is fierce."

Diane replied casually, "It does sound quite good. I've seen the Queen before. She can't compare to my head maid, but she's still an absolute beauty."

"That must be intense. The most noble woman in Tudor has no restrictions on the criteria for choosing a husband. In other words, whether you are a nobleman or a commoner, you have the opportunity to become the Queen's husband, including you, a foreigner."

Seeing Diane's indifferent attitude, Bridget took a drastic measure, trying to arouse Diane's curiosity.

"Oh, is the Queen playing some grand scheme? Or does she have a sweetheart who isn't a nobleman?" Diane had seen too many of these "freeloaders" in the underworld. If the restrictions were loosened, it would naturally mean that the Queen's sweetheart was being restricted, and this was a deliberate move to avoid giving anyone grounds for criticism.

"Ok?"

Diane's unintentional remark struck Brigitte squarely, leaving her with a stiff, almost paralyzing feeling.

"It's not that difficult to acquire a noble status. I'm wondering if the other party isn't very powerful either, otherwise they wouldn't have gone to such lengths. Is the Queen love-struck?"

Diane continued to speculate that if even someone like him had a chance, it meant that the people the Queen liked were also quite useless.

"What nonsense are you spouting? Can't you think about yourself? Don't you want to be a prince?"

Bridget not only didn't receive Diane's curious questions, but instead felt as if Diane had stripped her naked and seen through her inner intentions.

The Queen faces immense pressure in wanting to marry Diane. Diane is burdened with numerous debuffs: he's a foreigner with low strength, though his potential is not low, but the Queen cannot wait for him to reach his full potential.

So they set up such a big scene, intending to use cheating to select Diane through open auditions, hoping to reduce the resistance from those who opposed them. But Diane, with her rich experience, saw through their scheme at a glance.

"Who wouldn't want to? But I'm not going to be a fool who accompanies the young master to take the exam."

It has nothing to do with him. After all, the Tudor Queen couldn't possibly appoint someone from another continent as a prince. It's absurd to even think about, unless someone tells the Queen that her head maid is a deity.

"Accompanying the young master during his exam?"

Bridget was incredibly clever and had already guessed Diane's meaning, but she still expressed her doubts.

"That's right. Some exams seem fair, but in reality, various internal conditions restrict people to the extreme. They are specifically reserved for the children of the powerful and wealthy. On the surface, we still have to say that they are compliant and legal!"

Diane slowly explained that, however, he was now living in a feudal society, and if he needed to make arrangements, he could do so directly without caring about public opinion.

Why don't you give it a try? What if it works?

Bridget was anxious. She was accompanying her young master to the exam, but what would she do if he wasn't there? She didn't want to be someone Diane couldn't afford to offend; she wanted to be the legal wife.

"It's because too many people have this kind of thinking that the young master succeeded in the end. There's no such thing as being that lucky. Besides, I've already experienced this kind of luck once in my life!"

Diane exchanged a subtle glance with the head maid. The greatest fortune of her life was meeting Margaret. Diane didn't even dare to hope that such good luck would continue, lest she waste her time and energy.

No way, no way, surely no one really thinks this kind of marriage selection isn't preordained, that it's like defying fate.

"Dean Isabella? The Queen has a much higher status than Dean Isabella. Aren't you considering the Queen?"

She was desperate, really desperate. She had already risked everything, so why wouldn't Diane fall into the trap?

"That's one reason too. He participated in the Queen's selection of a husband, but failed in the end. He slunk back and married Dean Isabella. How shameless! I feel embarrassed just thinking about it."

Diane clearly expressed her disdain; she would never do something so hypocritical, it would be too low-class.

"Thinking about it, it really isn't a good idea. It would be unfair to Dean Isabella!"

Although there was no direct confrontation, Bridget already felt that she had been defeated. She needed to establish a connection between Diane and the Queen, otherwise Isabella's initial advantage would be too obvious.

"I really feel sorry for her. Although I haven't proposed to her yet, we've already progressed to this point, and it's only a matter of time."

"Besides, I think the title of Marquis Sarella is pretty good enough. I don't want to think about these things. I'll just focus on winning over Teacher Isabella. Teacher Isabella even allows me to have lovers, as long as she knows beforehand and helps me decide whether or not to touch a woman."

Isabella is practically a mini-Margaret. No wonder, one is a fan and the other is an idol; they do things in much the same way.

"I don't know the Queen's personality, and I have no feelings for her. We've never had a trusting relationship like in a life-or-death crisis. Even if the Queen didn't test me now, I would still think twice before making me a prince, let alone the fact that she has a marriage selection process."

Diane analyzed the pros and cons without delving into deeper topics, while Bridget felt riddled with wounds and at a huge disadvantage; she needed some drastic measures.

"That's really true. If you hadn't reminded me, I wouldn't have known there were these intricacies involved. I just wanted you to participate so you could win the Queen's favor!"

Bridget suddenly realized what was happening and looked embarrassed; she didn't seem to have thought that much about it.
“There are many more. I thought it was because Director Bridget saw that I might be getting married to Teacher Isabella and wanted to trip me up, but I’m not that stupid.”

Diane felt that Bridget was up to no good, and considering that Bridget had left in a jealous mood yesterday, Diane was very suspicious of her motives for telling him today that the Queen was going to find a husband.

Diane chuckled at the joking guess, not bothering to delve deeper, after all, this was someone she would be close to in the future.

It's not like they were drawn from the system. Their loyalty was maxed out from the start, so it's normal for them to have their own little schemes and ideas. Diane is just giving them a warning.

"No, that's not true. I really want you to marry Her Majesty the Queen. If you marry Her Majesty the Queen, I can be your..."

Bridget couldn't possibly admit it; she forced a smile, her eyes betraying a shy reluctance to continue her sentence.

"What are you to me?"

Diane watched as the icy beauty's face flushed, and suddenly felt a tickle in her heart. Why did this woman only say half of what she meant?

"It's nothing. I have to go to the palace this afternoon to discuss the details with the Queen. Would you like to see the Queen?"

Bridget felt a surge of satisfaction at Diane's curious expression. She had been bullied by Diane yesterday, but she had finally gotten her revenge.

"Why would I see the Queen? To discover my talent and ask me to design a better solution?"

Diane has seen plenty of beautiful women. If she wants to look at pretty girls, she should just go home and look at the head maid. Why look at the Queen? Besides, she's especially restrained around the Queen.

"Have you forgotten who put you in the Investigation Bureau? Aren't you going to reciprocate with a thank you?"

Bridget gave Diane an irresistible reason to refuse, and Diane was a grateful person.

"Hmm, I haven't prepared a return gift yet!"

Diane was troubled. She didn't seem to have thought about this issue before, and naturally, she hadn't prepared for it. After all, it was just a casual arrangement, and Diane wouldn't have a chance to see the other person again.

"You didn't receive the mermaid's treasure, so you can just take any item. The important thing is that your intentions are there, and you're here in person."

A predatory urge flashed in Bridget's eyes; she didn't care anymore, she'd just create a fait accompli.

(End of this chapter)