It seems that the villain is targeting me.

Xiao Niao even laughed: "Your Highness is truly majestic. He can arrest people at will and surround the banquet hall at will."

Charles suddenly had a strange feeling. It was amazing that he actually understood the essence of the bird's happiness: after many days of hard and boring work, she finally found a brief opportunity to relax and have fun - a ridiculous fool came to perform for free.

But the surrounding knights had already begun to move towards Xiao Niao under his orders? Charles really couldn't figure out what was wrong with his orders.

These people are all royal guards who are loyal to the royal family. Each one is carefully selected and their loyalty is absolutely impeccable. Only members of the royal family can command these people. Even if Xiao Niao is the prime minister, he will never be able to order them around!

What's more, drawing a sword against the imperial guards would have a very bad impact. If you are not careful, you may be accused of treason.

Charles saw this point: he was sure that Butcher would not dare to resist. Even if his father would ask him to release the girl later, or even scold and punish him for this matter, he would now severely destroy the bird's prestige in front of others and have people escort the bird out of the palace.

And even if Butcher didn't care and really risked his life to fight these knights, he would have no chance of winning.

Her own fighting ability is negligible, and no matter how good the Red Moon Knight is, can he really defeat seven guards knights by himself?

Those who are promoted to serve as guards for the emperor are not good-for-nothings. They are the most skilled knights in the country and have real skills.

Thinking of this, Prince Charles looked at the Red Moon Knight with a scrutinizing gaze. In his opinion, this violent creature was the biggest variable on the field.

But the latter seemed to be completely unaware of what was happening. He still stood there in a daze, staring intently at his toes.

Under his command, the knights were gradually moving closer to the bird, and some even put their hands on the hilts of their swords.

But Xiao Niao was not anxious or panicky at all. He looked at Charles happily and even had the mood to comfort the girl beside him who was getting nervous again.

"Don't be afraid," Xiao Niao said in a relaxed tone, "He's coming for me, what are you afraid of?"

Gwyneth clutched her thick cloak tightly, pursed her lips, and as the fully armed knights around her approached them, Gwyneth silently moved closer to the bird.

"It's okay," Xiao Niao was really a little happy. He turned his head and whispered in Gwen's ear, "Let's not listen to him - I'll deal with him later to vent your anger."

The warm breath brushed against Gwyneth's cheek along with the words, making her subconsciously tense up. The unfamiliar breath made the girl shrink a little, but she couldn't run away from the bird immediately.

And what this person said—how should she respond to these outrageous words?

Gwyneth refused to say a word and buried her face in the fluffy collar of her windbreaker in resistance.

When the other person saw her reaction, he laughed even harder and winked at her secretly like a child.

Those beautiful amber eyes blinked gently, and the thin eyelashes fluttered gently, as if shouting at her proudly: Let's wait and see.

Gwyneth couldn't help but feel her throat tighten.

For strangers who have just met, isn't this too intimate?

Only then did Gwyneth slowly feel a little embarrassed. She turned her head slightly, deliberately avoiding looking at the face so close to her.

A soft pink blush appeared on the girl's neck, but she still forced her features to appear calm, glaring fiercely at the knights holding long swords.

Prince Charles was quite far away from them and did not hear what the two were saying, but his good eyesight allowed him to catch the blush on Gwen's cheeks.

Charles's face turned green.

"What are you waiting for!" He shouted angrily with rage in his eyes, "Catch these two people!"

The guards' movements could not help but speed up. Just as they were about to reach out and grab the two unarmed men, someone hurriedly stepped forward and shouted, "Enough!"

The eldest prince turned back with a gloomy expression, and the person who spoke

It was Duke Brandon, the most experienced noble on the field.

"That's enough, Your Excellency the Crown Prince!" Duke Brandon interrupted the Crown Prince's order with suppressed anger. "How long are you going to continue this nonsense?"

Charles had already lost his mind at this time, and threatened without thinking: "Your Excellency the Duke had better not meddle in other people's affairs, otherwise don't blame the sword for being blind."

Duke Brandon was stunned. He stared at the eldest prince as if he was looking at a donkey.

Originally, Duke Brandon was very dissatisfied with what happened today. Although he did not say it out loud, he looked down on Charles' behavior in his heart.

He didn't bother to pay attention to those messy reasons, nor did he care how many women Charles had. It was just that as a typical feudal patriarch, in the eyes of Grand Duke Brandon, Prince Charles's behavior of breaking off the engagement was very unacceptable.

He would think: This is a marriage arranged by your father himself, how can you, a junior, find fault with it? Just kneel down and thank your father!

If my son dares to do this to me, I will break his legs!

Although Duke Brandon also disliked the bird, he still approved of the bird's behavior of interrupting Charles's declaration of divorce.

We could just brush this matter off like this and discuss it later, but who would have thought such a farce would happen.

Anyone with a little bit of intelligence could see that the eldest prince was just losing his mind and throwing a tantrum - the key point was that he didn't consider the situation when he was losing his temper, and he didn't care about the severity of the situation at all. It looked like the situation was about to get out of control.

At this time, Master Brandon came out with good intentions to act as a peacemaker, but was instead blamed by you, Prince Charles.

Grand Duke Brandon thought: Even if the wild boar came in person, he would have to be polite when talking to me. Who do you think you are!

"Okay, you did a great job!"

Duke Brandon laughed out of anger, saying "good, good, good" several times in a row, "It seems that His Excellency the Crown Prince is treating me like a slave."

Charles realized that there was something behind Duke Brandon's words. He was suddenly startled and came to his senses abruptly.

The crowd around had become noisy at some point, and most of the guests had gloomy faces.

The guards knights on guard were also stunned. They looked at each other and the long swords in their hands slowly dropped.

The eldest prince subconsciously took two steps back, but found that no matter which direction he walked, he would attract everyone's attention. Charles soon realized with a tingling sensation on his scalp that several powerful people were staring at him in a creepy way.

These noble gentlemen were almost going crazy with anger.

Put yourself in their shoes: you received an invitation from the royal family, and happily brought your wife and children to drink, dance and listen to music. But halfway through the song, the emperor's eldest son ordered his knights to draw their swords and block the banquet hall, and said no one was allowed to leave - what the hell do you want to do!

As an heir to an empire, you directly represent the emperor's will, and you command the imperial guards who only obey the royal family. You want to break off the engagement with the Duke's family and arrest the prime minister of the empire. God knows what tricks you are planning.

Your father was very rude when he dealt with us. Do you want to learn from him?

Calling us to the palace, are you planning to put us under house arrest?!

It would be fine if it was really Lao Yezhu himself who did this, but they definitely wouldn't dare to say a word.

But the problem was that Charles was just a kid who hadn't even grown all his hair yet, and many of the people present were his elders, yet he dared to draw his sword and gun and ignore everyone.

You can do it, boy!

Your father is still alive and you dare to play so extravagantly. I dare not even imagine what you will dare to do in the future.

Are they just some insignificant people who can be easily dismissed? How did they become a part of your Prince Charles's play?

Oh no! Charles' heart sank to the bottom.

He finally realized what he had done: without any warning, he had ordered the royal guards to surround everyone in the banquet hall, and put so many powerful people under the sword.

Regardless of what those old foxes were thinking, there were many women present, and he had frightened quite a few ladies of noble status.

The eldest prince's mind was in a mess. He subconsciously opened his mouth to explain, but he found that the guests around him were talking in low voices.

These people either had grim faces or looked frightened, and no one wanted to listen to his explanation.

Yes, after being tormented like this, even a clay man would get angry.

Although it is largely a matter of attitude, in this kind of power game, a player's attitude and bottom line can reflect a lot of things.

The eldest prince even shouted "swords have no eyes" to Duke Brandon, so how could he take these nobles of a lower class seriously?

Charles didn't even bother to pretend just now.

Xiao Niao seemed to have anticipated this situation. She pushed aside her little white teeth, took a few steps forward lightly amid the guests' subdued chatter, and stood in front of the panicked eldest prince.

She was obviously very happy, and every feather on her body was stretched out with pleasure.

"I told you, Your Highness Charles," Xiao Niao smiled a bit ruffian-like, "We won't play by your will."

Chapter 10 She Will Always Remember

This Day (5000 words)

[Hiss…] The system gasped in a rather humane manner, [Hey bird, you better take it easy.]

Xiao Niao distractedly spoke to the system in his mind: "What's wrong?"

[I've now completely confirmed that Charles is the child of destiny for this world... Based on experience with plot revisions in other systems, going against the child of destiny is equivalent to going against the will of the world, which is very dangerous for people like us.]

"We'd better avoid him," the system said, looking somewhat worried. "Just when you hit him, the world's will directly deducted 200 karma points from you."

Karma points are the rewards given to Xiao Niao by the system after she completes the world line repair mission. They can be exchanged for some items in the real world, which can be regarded as the golden finger provided to her by the system.

Karma points were quite difficult to earn, and Xiao Niao felt a little pained and asked, "How many points do I have left?"

The system was a bit alert: [43948 points left... Why are you asking this?]

Xiao Niao uttered an "oh," feeling relieved by the ample savings, and casually replied to the system, "Nothing, just asking."

She turned her attention back to the eldest prince in front of her.

Prince Charles' face turned pale and blue, his eyes were red, and his originally handsome face was completely distorted, looking even a little hideous.

He had a gloomy expression and stared at the bird fiercely, not trying to hide the hatred in his face. However, the bird had been hated so many times and was so thick-skinned that it didn't feel any pain at all from being glared at like that.

"I'm sure His Royal Highness Charles will have a lot of things to deal with next," Xiao Niao said skillfully to the Crown Prince, "so I won't bother you anymore."

"And, everyone, please ignore this little incident and continue to enjoy this wonderful evening."

As she spoke, she faced the crowd, clicked her feet together, and bowed to the group like a dancer.

The bird's saluting posture was quite graceful, which was not easy for a creature with wings. However, against the backdrop of Prince Charles's gloomy expression, the saluting gesture seemed quite rude, like a slap in the face.

But Xiao Niao didn't care what others would think. She turned around, left the mess to the eldest prince, and returned to Gwyneth like a happy little bird.

Gwyneth was distracted by the smiling face, and she thought to herself: This person is really mean.

Who is he? Gwen couldn't help but wonder, is this person defending me like this because he knows my father?

Xiao Niao, speaking in a taunting manner, extended his hand toward the girl.

"Please give me this honor, Your Highness." Xiao Niao looked at Gwyneth seriously and used the more formal title of Your Highness.

She enunciated each word clearly so that everyone around her could hear, "I don't think everyone has the opportunity to escort a distinguished lady like you."

She is a close minister to Lawrence and stands at the top of the power class in the capital. Doing such an act is equivalent to declaring to the people around her that Gwyneth's identity is still officially recognized.

Gwyneth's eyelashes trembled slightly. She lowered her head, her expression hidden under the light golden hair on her forehead. No one knew what she was thinking.

After a while, Gwen gently placed her hand on Xiao Niao's palm.

Xiao Niao politely held Gwyneth's knuckles, but the touch from her fingertips made her expression suddenly freeze.

But she reacted quickly and her expression returned to normal in the next moment.

As if encountering something interesting, the bird grinned unconsciously and looked at Gwyneth deeply.

She looked like she wanted to say something, but she couldn't reveal her secret to anyone - this made Xiaoniao very upset.

"Alas," Xiao Niao sighed exaggeratedly, "It's a pity that this wasn't done by a real knight, otherwise it would just be like the stories those bards sang."

Some people around heard her words and rolled their eyes behind her back, thinking Xiao Niao was being sarcastic and saying there were no real knights here.

Gwen also did not respond to this sentence. When Xiao Niao held her, her heart also fluctuated briefly. However, Gwyneth would pay more attention to managing her facial expressions in public, unlike Xiao Niao, who had rich expressions and fluttering eyebrows.

"My dear princess," Xiao Niao urged her, "let's get going quickly and stop staying here and annoying others."

No one dared to stop them, so the two of them walked out of the banquet hall together. The Red Moon Knight also stopped standing there in a daze and followed behind them.

They left the house, leaving behind the noisy crowd and the angry Duke of Brandon. The night wind blowing into the banquet hall brought the birds' happy laughter to Charles Hamilton's ears, making the latter's face turn completely purple.

As they walked outside the house, the lively atmosphere gradually dissipated. After Xiao Niao walked out of everyone's sight, he naturally let go of Gwyneth's hand, and the latter gently raised her eyelids and looked at her quietly.

It was already dark, and there were few people on the corridor. Everything around was shrouded in the chaotic night.

Although he said he would send Gwyneth back to her father, Xiao Niao did not let Gwyneth go to the hospital with a coat and wet clothes.

Go back directly without losing your dress.

On the way, she stopped a familiar housekeeper and asked her to take Gwyneth to change into clean clothes and clean the wine stains on her body.

"If you go back wearing this bright red dress, Grand Duke Tudor will probably think you were assassinated in the palace," Xiao Niao explained.

Gwyneth had no objection and she obediently followed the housekeeper.

Coincidentally, the Imperial City had clothes that perfectly matched Gwyneth's body size.

According to local customs, preparations for the couple's wedding should begin a year before the wedding, and this step will only be more complicated for the royal family.

The etiquette officer will send a special tailor to the bride's home at least eight months in advance to take measurements and make clothes for her, including casual clothes, hunting clothes, formal dresses and other clothes needed for various occasions.

Due to the tense war situation, this marriage custom had been streamlined in many steps. From the time the Tudor family entered the city, it only took two months to prepare.

I guess, apart from the parties involved, no one would care much about the wedding itself.

However, the ancient customs still need to be followed. If all goes well, Charles and Gwyneth will probably hold their wedding in the summer of next year. By that time, the war should have been over, which would be a good time to use a grand celebration to dispel the haze brought by the war.