It seems that the villain is targeting me.

Perhaps, this is called confession.

Gwyneth endured it for a moment, then glared at her brother, unable to bear it any longer: "Lucas Tudor—if you dare to tell anyone, you're done for!"

Lucas hummed and made a clam-shell-closing gesture at his lips, indicating that he would definitely keep his mouth shut.

Gwyneth's cheeks flushed red when her brother suddenly revealed her secrets, and she felt very embarrassed.

She asked unwillingly, "How did you figure that out?"

Lucas rolled his eyes at her: "Please, I'm just young, not blind."

At the same time, on the other side of the distant palace, Eric Tudor suddenly sneezed violently.

The eldest brother touched his nose innocently.

He had a feeling that he was being scolded by someone.

Today's update is delayed (but will still be updated

I am sorry to bother you all. I felt a little unwell around 2023pm on August 8, 17. It turned out that I was hungry and my condition was critical and I needed urgent treatment. Therefore, the update of the next chapter will be delayed.

I'm very sorry and hope you understand!

[Additional information: I have to go out to code if I can’t finish it due to relatives inviting me to dinner. I’ll code it later in the evening.]

Chapter 61: It goes against common sense, hinders future, and is a loss of self-control

To be honest, Lucas could tell something was wrong from the beginning.

even

Before Gwyneth herself realized it, Lucas was very keen to notice some clues - in this kind of matter, bystanders always see things more clearly.

Lucas was curious about this. In his impression since childhood, his sister Gwyneth was very rational and self-disciplined. She seldom made choices on impulse. She was more mature than girls of the same age.

If Lucas hadn't just tricked his sister into telling the truth, he wouldn't have dared to confirm his vague guess.

"So, sister, you've fallen in love with the Prime Minister of the Empire?" Lucas muttered softly, "Oh my God, Dad will be scared to death by you."

"Look, Luca," Gwyneth said dryly, "if you tell Dad, you better take turns standing guard with both eyes open at night."

Lucas was completely indifferent to this level of threat: "But sister, you can't keep it a secret forever. If you want to be with Butcher, Dad will find out sooner or later."

This made sense, and Gwyneth silently shut her mouth.

Lucas blinked and continued to stab his sister in the heart.

"Hmm...looking at the Prime Minister's reaction," he deliberately dragged out his voice, "let me guess, unrequited love?"

You're done, Gwyneth thought quietly, You're done, Lucas, I'm not kidding.

The young Lucas Tudor did not feel the imminent threat of death at all, and many thoughts ran through his mind quickly.

Lucas is actually a precocious child. At home, his elder brothers Eric and Gwyneth are actually more like their father, while Lucas inherited his mother's delicate and sensitive heart, and is therefore particularly sensitive to people's emotions.

To be honest, after seeing Gwen admit that his love was unrequited, Lucas actually breathed a sigh of relief, and the resentment he felt towards the Prime Minister of the Empire also subsided a little:

Fortunately, fortunately, at least Prime Minister Butcher knows the seriousness of the matter. I think even if he knows what his sister is thinking, he probably won't follow her in making trouble.

Coming back to his senses, Lucas looked at Gwen with a hint of sympathy in his eyes.

"Sis, I have to be clear with you first," Lucas said with a maturity that was not in line with his age. "Honestly, there is no chance for you two."

Gwyneth glanced quickly at her brother and muttered, "I know."

When Lucas saw that look, his head started to hurt.

He was very familiar with that look - when his sister wanted to continue learning swordsmanship and his mother refused to agree, Gwyneth had shown him the same look.

He knew that this meant: his sister had already made up her mind about this matter, and no one else could easily change her mind.

But how is this possible? My father would never allow my sister to marry a half-human.

This wasn't out of discrimination. To be honest, even if Lucas looked at it with the extremely critical eyes of the girl's family, the talent and character of the Prime Minister of the Empire were absolutely impeccable - but the fact that he was half-human was enough to sentence Xiaoniao to death.

His father might have deeply respected the Imperial Chancellor and was happy to associate with Butcher, but there was no way he would marry his daughter to a short-lived half-human.

There is nothing wrong with doing this. It is precisely because the Duke of Tudor loves his children so much that he would not allow such a thing to happen.

Gwyneth was still very young and had just made achievements in the war. A bright life and a bright future were waiting for her. How could the Duke of Tudor allow her to be so deeply involved with a dying half-human?

Lucas made a bitter face: "Don't tell me you are serious."

"I wouldn't joke about something like this," Gwyneth said with a hint of stubbornness in her voice, "I... of course I'm serious."

Lucas's head suddenly became even more confused. He was puzzled and even felt a little resentful towards Xiaoniao: What kind of magic potion did that shrike feed his sister?

His tone became serious: "Sister, I don't mean to throw cold water on you. Go out and ask around. Which parents would marry their biological daughter to a half-person? Even a stepmother who cares a little about her reputation wouldn't do such a thing."

"Although I'm young, I understand this," Lucas looked at his sister seriously. "It's not easy for a person to achieve ordinary happiness, let alone this is an already difficult road - why do you have to ask for hardship?"

Gwyneth hated to admit it, but she knew her brother was right.

What separated her from Butcher was not just a gap in status, but a gap that would last for decades.

Gwen pursed her lips and didn't answer her brother.

Gwyneth could feel the sympathy in her brother's eyes, and even she herself knew that this was causing trouble for herself and adding obstacles to her originally smooth life path.

It was all too clear: for her to fall in love with her was against common sense, self-destructive, a loss of self-control, and destined to cause her to experience pain and loss in the near future.

But if you have ever had a crush on someone, you will understand that this behavior is not driven by rationality and is difficult to suppress because of rationality.

When people are young, they always do one or two stupid things.

"Well, even if you don't care about all these things, you can still convince your father to agree to your request," Lucas said angrily, "but you have to know what this means politically, right? Dad is about to...

He was promoted to the governor of the army. Our family is busy avoiding suspicion. How could we possibly let you——"

"No, Lucas," Gwen interrupted her brother, a hint of pleading in her voice, "Please, stop."

This sentence actually hit Gwyneth's sore spot. She could not accept that her choice would have a negative impact on her family.

This made Gwen flinch.

She thought of her father and her mother who loved her so tenderly, and she felt unspeakable guilt for her rebellion. Gwyneth stopped and stood there, taking deep breaths.

Finally, she had to put her hands on the railing, trying hard to prevent the tears from gathering in her eyes.

"I know, Luca, I've thought about what you said... I'm just... sad," Gwyneth murmured softly, "I... I'm sorry, I was too willful."

She spoke incoherently and she didn't even know what she was saying.

In fact, Gwen had not never thought about these problems, but was just subconsciously avoiding them. She always comforted herself that there would be a way out when the time came, and she was unwilling to face the cruel and cold reality.

But Lucas, an outsider, saw it very clearly and made it clear to her so that she could no longer deceive herself.

While Gwyneth was in chaos, Lucas stood quietly by and didn't say a word.

He did not scold his sister nor did he speak to comfort her, using this method to maintain the last bit of dignity of his elder sister.

It took a long time for Gwen to calm down.

"I'm a fool," she said, suppressing the trembling in her voice. "I'm just...just crazy."

Gwyneth clenched her right arm with her left hand, leaving white marks in the shape of five fingers. "Forget what I just said, Luca. Just pretend you never heard it... I won't mention it again."

But Lucas was not as angry as before.

He saw his sister's loss of composure and helplessness at that moment - before this, Lucas had never felt such a loss of control in Gwyneth.

There was no doubt that he truly cared about his sister, and if any other girl were foolish enough to think of marrying a short-lived half-human, Lucas would just giggle and play dumb, not really bothering to pay any attention to the other person at all.

Only true family will do everything they can to stop you before you do something stupid, and will make serious plans for your happiness for the next few decades.

Lucas has always been a lively kid, but at this moment, he was uncharacteristically silent.

After a long time, he spoke again.

"Don't make such a sad face, sister," Lucas said with disdain in his voice, "You're a Tudor, and look at what you're like now."

Gwyneth had to look up.

She rarely heard her brother speak in such a serious tone. Gwen knew that her brother was not as innocent and naughty as he appeared to be - the child was a bit of a colorful dress to entertain his parents - but she did not expect him to be so mature at this age.

God, he really sounds like his mother now.

Lucas looked at Gwyneth with determined eyes.

Then he jumped up and chattered like a chattering hen:

"What's the point of looking so sad, sister? Even if I want to stand by you, I can't! Be firm! Come up with something convincing! Refute me with facts!"

Lucas clenched his fists and said viciously, "How can anyone trust you if you're so hesitant? You should at least show an attitude of 'I'm going to be happy in the future' to convince your father!"

Gwyneth was stunned.

She was speechless and choked: "You, but you are not..."

"What's wrong with me?" Lucas glared at her. "Shouldn't I stop my sister from doing something stupid?"

Although she knew that Luca said that out of concern for her, to be honest, Gwyneth had just stiffened her fists.

Lucas looked at her fiercely, showing no sign of backing down.

"I'm serious, Gwyneth Tudor," Lucas said, his attitude still harsh. "This road is not easy to walk on. If you are so hesitant, then don't go on it at all."

Gwyneth's heart was touched.

She heard the hidden meaning in her brother's words.

It was at this moment that Lucas' attitude softened.

"...but if you really think it through," he said, "I'll definitely be on your side."

"Lucas..." There was a faint glimmer in Gwyneth's eyes.

"But you have to prove to me that you didn't decide to do this on impulse," Lucas reminded her seriously, "Only then will I stand by you - otherwise there's no way!"

Then, Lucas suddenly became a little awkward.

It was only at this moment that his face finally showed the expression that a child of his age should have.

Lucas looked away, looking embarrassed.

"You're my sister, I have to protect you," Lucas said shyly, whining, "I want you to have a good life in the future, and be as happy as your parents."

"——As long as you can live well, I will definitely stand by your side, sister."

Chapter 62: Appropriate Description

Prince Charles stood timidly outside the familiar palace, like an eggplant hit by frost.

His entire mental state was completely different from before.

Usually, Charles would walk on unfamiliar streets, just like a king patrolling his private territory, followed by either the followers of the eldest prince's faction or armored knights.

But now, Charles's domineering aura had disappeared, his once proud eyebrows drooped in distress, and his brows were filled with depression and the panic that was unique to being frightened.

The battlefield, like a grinding mill of blood and blood, often shapes people in a devastating way - it can quickly turn a child into a qualified soldier, but it can also easily break your spine and make you afraid of the sight of shining swords for the rest of your life.

The fact is, for a long time afterwards, Charles would still dream of that hellish scene and those blue eyes that looked like Satan.

He knew that King Jialan was dead, but the fear existed in his heart and was destined to accompany him throughout his life.

Just like now, even though Charles had returned to the palace he was familiar with - even the safest palace belonging to his mother, he was still frightened by the silver armor on the knight standing guard at the door.

To be honest, Charles felt a little lost now.

There was no one watching him and no one cared about him, but Charles still obeyed Lawrence's orders and came to visit his mother. He actually didn't really want to see his mother.

In this situation, he didn't want to see anyone. Charles's obedience at this time was more out of confusion as he didn't know what to do next.

At this moment, a knight standing at the palace gate noticed Charles hesitating in the distance and seemed to recognize him.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince?" the knight shouted in surprise.

Prince Charles still had some sense of shame. Since he had been recognized by the other party, he would never run away.

Charles then walked over with his head held high, and the knight on guard saluted him.

The other party seemed somewhat familiar. Prince Charles roughly distinguished the knight's young and handsome face, and he immediately recognized: this was the knight beside his own brother Rickon.

The young knight's name is Tony. He was carefully selected by the emperor to be the guardian knight to protect his young son.

This type of knight is usually the second or third son of a noble family. They have no right of inheritance, so they choose to practice martial arts hard and pledge allegiance to a lord after being granted the title of knight.

Charles didn't know what he felt: Rickon's guardian knight Tony was standing at the door of the palace, which could only mean that his younger brother was in his mother's palace at the moment.