Chapter 150 Winston and Vivian (Part 2)

"In my opinion, you don't have to follow your father's wishes, lower yourself, and seek an alliance with Baron Neumann. Nor do you have to challenge the secular bottom line and break through the shackles alone. You still have a third path... Join me and choose His Majesty the King.

"As long as you possess sufficient strength, you can defeat ten with your own strength. If you command an army of thousands and possess mountains of gold and silver, why fear the gossip of others? With the support of His Majesty the King, you can enter politics without marriage. I will secretly support you and lend you a helping hand. Perhaps we will both face some resistance at the beginning, but time will prove the correctness of our decision.

"Those nobles are nothing but a bunch of foolish fence-sitters, swinging to whichever side the wind blows strongest. It's not worth risking your own happiness and life for their approval."

"When the royal family has overcome its chronic illness and reached its peak, you and I will be the greatest contributors. Whether you marry or not will be none of anyone else's business."

Vivian looked hesitant, but Winston knew that she was thinking seriously and carefully weighing the pros and cons.

Vivian had always been smart and knew how to hide her true thoughts—in this respect, she was very similar to him. They both knew when to wear a mask and when to show their true feelings. However, he also understood Vivian's hesitation: in this era and this world, the constraints and demands of the world on women were always greater than those on men.

For example, men can spend their days drinking and carousing, seeking pleasure and asking for women, and even squandering their fortune, and at best they will only be regarded as romantic and suave. But if women spend even a little money on their own pleasures, they will be accused of extravagance and lack of housekeeping skills.

If everyone is a blank piece of paper, then if a man is splashed with ink, people will only see the tiny bit of white in the black ink. But it is different for women. All women must ensure that they are a perfect blank piece of paper, otherwise they will lose all value and will no longer be respected.

How can there be any fairness? But this is the mindset that has been passed down for thousands of years. Even if His Majesty the King is determined to change all this from top to bottom, it will not be an easy task.

The disputes between the royal family and the nobility, the confrontation between the old and new aristocratic forces, the power transformation that subverts tradition... This battle is not easy to fight. Even with the full support of the king, Vivian will still face tremendous pressure if she chooses this path.

Of course, there was a simpler solution. Winston could propose to Vivian. A marriage between an earl and a female 'countess' who might be downgraded from the line of succession would be a fitting match. But Winston had no intention of doing so.

He would always remember the time in the arena when the unyielding and energetic Vivian struck a powerful blow against his heart. In his heart, Vivian was always a wild, tender yellow daisy. He would rather water this flower with his own blood than lock her away in the back garden and let her wither and die.

Even if this road is bumpy and rugged, it can lead to higher mountains, more beautiful scenery, and a broader stage...

Of course, Winston also took both public and private interests into consideration in this matter.

Publicly, within the grand scheme of events orchestrated by His Majesty the King, Vivian holds a unique position, endowed with exceptional resources. If even she cannot break free from her constraints, then no other noblewoman in the Duchy of Huntington will be able to break free from the centuries-old shackles.

Personally...if Vivian chooses this path, she will naturally abandon those "flowers and plants". Although Winston cannot confess to Vivian immediately after being given this choice, after eliminating other competitors, he has more opportunities and longer time to pursue her.

He yearns for pure love without any involvement of politics, and she deserves a wider world.

"If I choose this path..." Vivian carefully considered her words, "I'll still need your help... Well, this still makes me feel a little delicate..."

"Why would you think so?" Winston laughed. "If it was Andre sitting in front of me right now, I would offer the same help, the same promise, and he would just say 'Thanks, brother'. That's all I expect in return.

"If you seek equal status, you should receive equal support. The road you are about to embark on is full of thorns. There is no need to make it more difficult for yourself for no reason."

Vivian's eyes grew brighter and brighter, and she smiled, "Then I'll be counting on your protection, big brother. You know, a lady shouldn't pick up a weapon heavier than a fork."

"As your former martial arts instructor, I think I know your strength very well." Winston said seriously, and then they both laughed at the same time.

"Okay, now that we've finished our business, it's time to try some of the local delicacies." Winston pulled out a packet of sugar and sprinkled it next to the crispy roast pork. "This crispy roast pork is best dipped in sugar. The owner, due to cost constraints, can't provide the best dipping sauce, but that's no problem for us. This is granulated sugar shipped all the way from Southeast Asia, and it perfectly complements the wonderful flavor of the meat."

"Roast meat dipped in sugar...what a strange way to eat it." Vivian muttered, picked up a piece of roast pork with crispy and golden skin, and following Winston's instructions, dipped the crispy skin in sugar and put it into her mouth with reserve.

The first thing she tasted on her tongue was the granular white sugar. As the sugar melted on her tongue, the rich, oily aroma of the crispy skin spread. With a few more chews, the skin crunched into a fragrant, crispy powder. The naturally savory aroma of the roasted pork combined with the sweetness of the white sugar, creating a harmonious harmony without the conflict she had expected.

The sugar melts away the greasiness of the crispy skin, creating a whole new flavor experience. The skin is crispy and dry, the meat distinct and distinct, the lean meat firm and the fat juicy... Even the nobility, who usually eat plenty of fat, would appreciate this rich yet not greasy texture, not to mention the poor who don't often eat rich food.

"Mmm! This is so delicious!" Vivian covered her mouth and moaned with pleasure. "Every bite tastes like happiness. This is what delicious food is!"

"Try dipping it in this plum jam. I like it this way too," Winston enthusiastically recommended. "This plum jam is delicious with anything. I'll ask the owner to pack a whole jar for you to take away later."

Speaking of plum jam, Vivian thought of the stingy and pretentious Baroness Neumann, and immediately became furious. She used the roast pork to pick up a large ball of plum jam and stuffed it into her mouth without hesitation. She was so excited that she clenched her fists and stomped her feet on the ground, making a super delicious sharp explosion.