Chapter 76 The Princess Who Was Cannon Fodder in the Danmei Novel

Ever since he saw the portrait of his father that his mother had drawn, Ivis followed Margaret back and forth, his big eyes full of accusations. How could he favor one over the other?

The old father's deep eyes revealed a hint of pride as he admired his wife's paintings with satisfaction. The characters in the paintings looked like himself, but were more elegant than himself in real life. Was the image of himself so handsome in Margaret's mind?

After painting a childlike portrait of Ivis, Margaret met Georgiana's expectant gaze again.

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This bowl of water must be kept fair!

So she spent a year and finally painted the wedding reception of Georgiana and Gerbert.

This wedding picture and her portrait of Darcy have become the recognized representatives of Princess Margaret's paintings.

I thought it was finally over. After all, with her status, who could force her to be a painter?

Now, Marigat, who was sitting in the palace painting, was miserable:

Looking at the queen and the prince looking at each other affectionately in the garden, she really wanted to kick away this bowl of dog food!

Why do you feel like you have been either painting or preparing to paint in recent years?

Victoria looked at her sister awkwardly as she handed her the painting expressionlessly. Then her eyes lit up. This painting captured the passionate eye contact between her and her husband vividly.

Touching the edge of the painting with satisfaction, the queen then remembered her sister who was still sulking. Out of satisfaction, she waved her hand and gave all the treasures that the Qing Dynasty had compensated her to her to her sister.

After all, everyone knew that Princess Margaret was very interested in ancient oriental culture.

Lifting aside the curtain, Margaret looked at the carriages behind her carrying the gifts from her homeland with a complicated expression, but her goal had been achieved.

If any royal elder invited her to paint based on her status, she would have to consider whether she could afford the painting!

Time seemed to pass quietly with the changing of the seasons, and Margaret and Darcy ran back and forth between London and Pemberley every year.

In order to facilitate travel, the roads they often walked on were paved with neatly arranged stones. This road also promoted the development of surrounding towns, and nearby residents privately and affectionately called it "Princess Road".

Even Prince Albert's unexpected death from a cold did not disrupt her peaceful and comfortable life.

Upon hearing the news, Margaret rushed back to the palace to comfort the grief-stricken Queen Victoria.

At the prince's funeral, a sad and solemn atmosphere enveloped the entire cemetery.

Margaret stood at the front of the procession with the Queen, who had aged a lot in a short period of time. The woman who had pioneered the white wedding dress would wear black for the rest of her life to mourn her deceased husband.

After the wedding, the Queen ignored the frightened Prince of Havre. If she hadn't been worried about the scandal of her eldest son and an actress in the military camp, Albert might not have left her so early.

As the crowd walked out of the cemetery, Darcy stayed beside his wife with a worried look on his face. Margaret looked at the slowly setting sun in the sky. The orange sunset dyed the sky red, and she sighed in her heart.

With the death of the prince, the British monarchy will gradually decline like the setting sun, and eventually, the British royal family will become a mascot placed on a high platform.

But what does this have to do with her?

Sitting in the carriage with Darcy, Margaret felt a little disappointed as she heard the wheels turning.

In this world, she experienced the French Revolution and witnessed the decline of the British monarchy. The influx of past memories made her like a rational spectator, out of tune with this world.

Looking at the cold and distant expression on his wife's face, Darcy felt panicked, and always felt that Margaret would leave with the wind at any time.

So he held the man in his arms.

After a long while, Margaret's muffled voice sounded: "What's wrong?"

Her husband responded by holding her arms even tighter.

After returning to the palace, Margaret found an excuse to have the servants leave, and then immediately asked the system: "003, what happened just now? Why do I feel like my consciousness is about to leave this era?"

"Host, according to your memory, this is already your fifth life. Complex memories suddenly flashed through your mind one by one just now. The memories of your first life and this life are connected to each other, so you feel like you are watching a historical drama."

"Well... is there any solution?" At that moment, she even felt that the people around her were NPCs in the game, and her emotions were instantly detached.

"Don't worry, host." 003 comforted, "The memory capacity in your mind is limited, and the previous memories will gradually fade away."

"The process of a person growing up is a process of forgetting. Now your brain has realized that these memories are beyond your capacity, and the protection mechanism will slowly erase those unimportant memories."

"Then keep the memories of my first two lives." Margaret said lightly. After experiencing life after life, she didn't want to forget what she looked like in the beginning.

"OK."

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After being stopped by the Duke of Grey at the palace gate and talking for a while, Darcy just entered the bedroom and found that the maids and servants were standing outside.

He looked at Tini who was guarding the door in confusion: "What's wrong?"

Tini shook her head. She was also confused. The relationship between the princess and Prince Albert was not so good that she needed to worry about the prince.

Frowning, thinking of his wife's condition in the car just now, Darcy immediately knocked on the closed door. After waiting for a while without response, he pushed the door open and went in.

Margaret looked at Darcy standing against the light in surprise and stopped the intense communication with the system in her mind.

Darcy looked over his wife's face and confirmed that there was nothing unusual. He breathed a sigh of relief and asked in a low voice, "Why did you drive all the servants out?"

"Nothing." Staring at her husband's eyes, Margaret tried to find out what he was thinking. "Darcy, when the Queen's mood calms down, should we go back to Pemberley or live in London?"

After a moment's silence, Darcy replied, "Let's go back to Pemberley."

Although he was very moved by the Duke's proposal, he also knew clearly that the Duke was not attracted to him because of the potential of the Darcy family, but because of the influence of his wife, Princess Margaret, on the Queen.

Now that Prince Albert has passed away, the eyes of the entire Senate are on him, because his wife is the person who can most influence the Queen's thoughts!

But now that he has entered the chess game, he is just a chess piece on the chessboard. In terms of political power, the Darcy family still has a weak foundation.

Sitting in the carriage on the way back to the manor, Darcy reviewed the various forces' attempts to manipulate him over the past few days.

Those forces would probably be shocked to find that he had suddenly withdrawn from the game.

However, looking at his wife and son riding their horses outside the car with happy expressions, Darcy smiled happily. This move was a good one after all.

He has already led the family to a new level and even exceeded the mission. The rest can be left to this kid Ivis.