Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 218 Little Dragon Breathing
"Ah!"

While resting in the corridor, Caesar suddenly sneezed.

Yumilia, who was standing next to her, immediately looked over, a hint of surprise in her eyes.

"Caught a cold?"

"It's nothing, it's probably just the wind," Caesar said, rubbing his nose.

"Hmph, Caesar said before that he didn't need to wear too many clothes to avoid catching a cold." Yumilia raised the corners of her mouth, looking at him with an expression that said, "I knew it."

She opened her coat and said to Caesar with a smile:
"Come on, come warm up in Mommy's arms."

"No," Caesar resolutely refused.

“Come here, come here,” Yumilia insisted.

Caesar muttered something, then moved a little closer to Yumilia.
Yumilia smiled slightly, understanding perfectly, and pulled Caesar into her arms, wrapping him in her thick, furry coat.

"Is it warm?" she asked softly.

"Hmm, it's a bit stuffy," Caesar said.

Yumilia's arms were warm, and his head was pressed against her chest. He could hear her heartbeat and smell her pleasant fragrance. His face, which had been chilled by the cold wind, was quickly warmed by Yumilia's body temperature.

"Okay, Mom, I'm warm now," Caesar said in a muffled voice.

“Let me hold you a little longer. This reminds me of you when you were little,” Yumilia said contentedly. “Back then, when winter came, I would carry you around in front of me when we went out, then wrap you up in my coat. As we walked, you would fall asleep in my arms, your little face peeking out. You were so cute. Do you remember, Caesar?”

"I can't remember it clearly because it was so small," Caesar muttered.

“Yeah, right,” Yumilia chuckled, stroking Caesar’s head in her arms.

"But it's pretty much the same as it is now, right? Caesar hasn't changed at all, still acting all cute and affectionate with his mother."

"I didn't."

"Mmm, okay, okay," Yumilia said indulgently.

"Weiwei's fiancée?"

Xia was shocked; she never expected to hear such an answer from Ita.

Even if she ruled out every single possibility she could think of, she still couldn't come up with such an answer.

No, that's not right. The minimum age for marriage in the kingdom is eighteen. How could they get engaged when they're so young?
Could it be that, as I imagined, Caesar was actually much older than he is now?
And why would Caesar be engaged to this dragon?
If this kind of news were to spread in the school, it would have a volcanic eruption-like effect.

Xia suddenly felt a massive influx of information flooding her brain, and for a moment she lost her ability to think.
Given Itha's status, he certainly wouldn't deceive himself with something like this, which means Caesar really is already engaged?
“We got engaged a long time ago, and we will get married after he graduates. We love each other very much and will not allow anyone else to ruin our relationship.”

“So, now you should understand what I mean,” Ita said.
"If the outside world finds out about your ambiguous relationship with a married man, you'd better be careful about your reputation as a princess."

"I...I didn't! I didn't..." Xia stammered incoherently.

She was only eleven years old when she was suddenly accused of such an indecent crime, which made her panic.

"I'm reminding you to be more respectful," Ita said calmly. "Now that you know, be mindful of the distance between you and Caesar, understand?"

After a long silence, Xia finally whispered, "I understand."

"very good."

Ita glanced at her, then turned and left.

Watching her retreating figure, Shia suddenly thought of something. Ita was the great-granddaughter of the ancient dragon king Leogard, who was Emperor Rean's brother, and Caesar was Emperor Rean's direct servant. Their relationship seemed to be connected.

But before Ita mentioned it, how could he have imagined this? At school, the two of them didn't seem to know each other very well, and apart from their usual assistant work, they didn't have any other contact. Who would have thought that the two of them were secretly having this kind of relationship behind the scenes?

I think I even spoke ill of Ita in front of him before.
Caesar, it turns out, is Itah's fiancé, the fiancé of such a terrifying dragon.
What kind of man is he?
At this time, Caesar was unaware that he was about to get married. After spending some time in the flower garden with Yumilia, they discovered that the backyard was empty, and Itta was clearly not there. So they had no choice but to return to the ball.

"Mom, are you thirsty? Would you like me to get you a glass of hot water?" Caesar asked.

“I want to drink juice,” Yumilia said.

"Just got back from outside, want something hot to drink."

"Alright then." Yumilia listened to him.

Caesar went to the tea table in the corner. There weren't many people drinking tea at the banquet, and the teapots were all full.

He was pouring tea into a cup when he suddenly heard something.

"Nobody cares about Booth at all. He has basically not been involved in the affairs of the Restoration Society for the past two years."

"Ok?"

Caesar's attention was drawn to a corner where three men with champagne glasses were chatting.

Caesar heard the words "Restore the Congress" in their speech.
Is it the Restoration Society I knew about before?

He put down the kettle, picked up a cup of hot tea, and walked over there without making a sound. He stood about ten meters away from them, watching the people on the dance floor, but his ears were always listening to the movements in the corner.

“Wake up, Jaden. According to the rules, Booth should have been kicked out long ago. It’s just that the Restoration Society has been short-handed these past two years. Otherwise, someone like him should have been out long ago.”

The tall, thin man in the middle said.

"Don't say that. Booth is a veteran, and at this critical juncture, his role is more important than we think."

"That's what the man with the goatee on the left said."

"Sigh, it's all because of Act No. 4. If Helen hadn't passed away, even if only we were left, things wouldn't have developed like this. Look at us, as high-ranking members of the Restoration Society, we can only be called foreign guests at the Imperial Princess's banquet, and we don't even have a special seat."

The overweight, Mediterranean-looking man on the right sighed.

“Helen.” Caesar remembered the name.
It was the name of the high-ranking member of the Restoration Society who had given him his first pot of gold back then; he learned of this name from that letter.

He was now almost certain that the Restoration Society these three people were talking about was the same Restoration Society of Eldarria that he knew, the one with abstract behavior.

I actually ran into these people here.
Although he knew that the Eldaria Restoration Society was basically no longer related to the Empire itself, he still wanted to hear what these people were discussing.

He returned to Yumilia's side and handed her the still-warm tea.

Yumilia sipped her tea slowly, and Caesar said casually, "Mom, my classmate is calling me from over there. I'll go over there for a bit and be right back."

“Oh, okay,” Yumilia nodded.

Caesar returned to the corner where the three men were still sitting, talking about the same topic.

"If you ask me, we still need to take some tough measures to change the current situation of the Restoration Society."

"What brilliant idea do you have, Jaden?"

"Hey, do you have a cigarette?"

"Yes, there are."

"Then let's go outside and smoke, and talk while we smoke."

The three men went outside, and Caesar waited a while before following behind.

(End of this chapter)