Chapter 56 The Princess Who Was Cannon Fodder in the Danmei Novel 6

The birds in the early morning sang their clever songs. Margaret stretched out her white arms and pulled the quilt over her head, leaving only her golden hair sticking out from under the quilt.

"Your Highness, are you awake?" Hearing the movement behind the bed curtains, Tini walked forward and asked gently.

"Hmm." A lazy and sleepy voice came, Margaret half-raised her body and rubbed her messy hair. Oh, it was all my fault for recalling the plot of "Pride and Prejudice" last night and falling asleep very late.

The bed curtain was gently opened, revealing the beauty on the bed with her clothes in disarray and her breasts half exposed. Tini held her breath. No matter how many times she saw her, she would still be amazed by the princess's beauty.

Enjoying the service of the palace maids comfortably, Marigat walked barefoot on the soft carpet, with her arms open, allowing the maids to help her put on one dress after another until the gorgeous hem of her dress slightly dragged on the ground.

"Tini, why did you take the initiative to call me today? Don't you usually let me sleep until I wake up naturally?" Her voice came through unclearly as she asked the maid to put a hot towel on her face.

Tiny bowed slightly and said, "Your Highness, Prince Albert sent someone to invite you this morning."

"Hmm?" Margaret washed her hands in the water, and the maid next to her immediately handed her a stack of snow-white cotton cloth. After she dried her hands, she turned to look at Tini.

"Is that so? Then let's finish our meal first and then go over."

When Margaret went to visit Prince Albert, she happened to see him summoning his ministers to deal with some matters.

Led by her servants, she walked to a side hall and sat down. Immediately, a maid brought her cakes and breakfast tea.

Marigat narrowed her eyes, picked up the teacup and took a sip. The taste from her hometown made her soul tremble. Her sense of taste had been tortured badly in the past ten years in England and France.

"003, I remember it seemed to be almost the Opium War period, right?"

"Host, what do you want to do?" 003 immediately became alert, "We can't change history, and we can't change history. You can't..."

"I know," she interrupted her long speech in her mind, "of course I know that history is irreversible. Even if there was no Britain, other countries would have taken action against the Qing Dynasty."

"Yes, host. According to the development of this world, the decline of the feudal monarchy is an unstoppable trend. Even if there is no opium war, there will be other wars. Countries that fail to keep up with the trend of the times will inevitably be bullied." 003 said earnestly.

"Of course I understand, but I can follow the development of history, right? For example, can I write some advanced ideological theories in the name of the Heavenly Book to enlighten the awakened people in the Qing Dynasty?" Margaret's eyes lit up.

"Host," 003 couldn't bear to hit him, "regardless of whether you can write the characters of the Qing Dynasty in this time and space, some roads must be walked by pioneers and sacrificed before they will find that the road is blocked, and more successors will find new roads. The only thing you can do for your homeland is to provide some help to those who are looking for a way in the dark night. Otherwise, you can't do anything."

She originally wanted to refute the system, but suddenly she was speechless. Indeed, she could only write simplified Chinese and understand Mandarin, and she was not a science student. She...she simply knew nothing.

She felt as aggrieved as a 200-pound fat man. Is she so useless?

003: Any knowledge that is higher than the development of this time and space will not appear in the host's mind, and it is not allowed to interfere with the development of various worlds. This is the iron law of interstellar law.

Margaret was depressed when she found that she could only be a bystander of history. Prince Albert happened to walk in. When she thought that the war was the consent signed by the man in front of her, she could not help but glare at the prince and snorted coldly.

Prince Albert, who had been secretly on guard, couldn't help but burst out laughing at the princess' childish behavior.

He bowed like a gentleman and apologized: "Dear Princess Margaret, I admit that it was my fault to let others know your whereabouts, and I come here to apologize."

Margaret lightly lifted her skirt and returned the greeting, but she said ruthlessly: "How can I dare to apologize to His Royal Highness? I am just being guarded like a prisoner. I will get used to it."

Alas, this really offended the princess. Albert knew he was in the wrong, so he said sternly:

"Your Highness, the Queen has always been very concerned about your marriage, so I made this move out of desperation. I just wanted to know your good news as soon as possible to comfort the Queen."

Hmm? Playing the emotional card?

"But I don't like any of those candidates," she said bluntly.

"You don't have a single one you like? Isn't Theodore from the Marquis of Greenville quite good..."

Before he could finish his words, Margaret interrupted him: "But his temperament and style are too much like Louis. I'm afraid of repeating the same mistakes."

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Thinking of the rumors about Grand Duke Grey and Theodore, Prince Albert coughed and said nothing.

"But you have to marry someone whose status is not too bad."

"Prince, no, or brother-in-law, I am not interested in participating in politics, nor do I want to get involved in the intrigues of upper-class struggles."

Margaret picked up the tea bowl on the table and played with it. Her long eyelashes hid the sharpness in her purple pupils. Her homeland was about to be invaded by you bandits, so who had the energy to figure out what you were thinking?

Originally she wanted to be subtle in her words, but now, putting down the tea bowl in her hand, Margaret stood up, staring at Prince Albert with deep eyes and a proper smile on her lips.

"Your Highness, I want to find a new noble or a landowner heir, and then get away from London. On the one hand, I need the freedom to do whatever I want, on the other hand, you can also take this as a signal that the royal family wants to release the new nobles."

"Smart people never put all their eggs in one basket. You can't rely too much on the old nobles, can you?"

The prince also stood up. Looking at the princess who remained calm in the face of his pressure, he could not help but sigh in his heart. She was worthy of being a princess who had been able to mediate between Britain and France for ten years and still came out unscathed.

He paused for a moment, then said, "The Queen may not agree."

"No, sister will definitely agree." Margaret's eyes were full of certainty, "I am absolutely sure that sister will agree."

Since her last conversation with the prince, the attendants around her have been replaced. Regardless of whether there are still the prince's spies among these people, at least the prince's attitude has been made clear.

Listening to the sound of dripping rain outside, Margaret was bored. If there was anything bad about this island country, it was that there was too much rain. She felt like she was going to go mad.

"Your Highness." Tini frowned and pulled the princess's hand, which was playing in the water through the window, into her room. "Be careful not to catch a cold!"

"I understand." Margaret habitually put on a coquettish smile and looked at the list on the desk. This was the second list Prince Albert had specially sent to her, and it was all in accordance with her requirements.

Slender, nimble fingers moved across the ink on the list and stopped at a name.

Looking at the name pointed by the princess and then reading the brief family history behind it, Tini was a little confused. She felt that there was nothing special about it.

Not only did his parents die, he also had to raise a younger sister.

The princess wouldn't be too compassionate, would she?