Chapter 441 Sorry, I Have a Lover (10,000)

Because of excitement, Ashburn's face was twisted together, and at first glance, he looked as hideous as a ghost.

Especially those eyes, which were flashing with an inexplicable scarlet.

He couldn't help but breathe faster.

Lydia.

The third princess of the Sibang Kingdom.

Although her figure is slightly lacking, her appearance is definitely the most perfect among all the princesses. Perhaps only the former Saint Kaya can compare to her.

In Ashburn's heart, Saint Kaya, who has a noble status, a graceful figure, and an elegant and perfect appearance, is definitely the most suitable candidate to be his wife, followed by Princess Lydia.

As for Isabel, although she is not bad, her ranking is still a little bit lower.

Especially after Isabel lost her virginity, Ashburn no longer had any interest in her, and even felt a strong disgust for her. If it weren't for Isabel, why would he become so embarrassed? How great would it be if she died in the Twilight Temple after helping him find the antidote? Ashburn had this thought in his mind more than once.

Unfortunately, Isabel has been living shamelessly. Ashburn simply cannot understand how thick-skinned this woman is. She has been played by that man, but she still has the nerve to live in this world and even continue to occupy the position of the saint? Of course, when thinking about this, Ashburn never thought about how many women he had ruined in his life.

No matter what, it was impossible for Ashburn to accept Isabel again.

After restabilizing his position, Ashbern also paid special attention to the selection of his wife. The former Saint Kaya was a very good choice, but unfortunately, the other party did not give him any face. Even when his mother, the Great Saint Mireya, went to propose marriage in person, she was rejected bluntly without any room for maneuver.

This made Ashburn extremely angry.

hateful.

If my appearance hadn't been ruined, I'm afraid that woman would still come up to me with a flattering face. Now that I'm in trouble, she starts to act noble?

Sooner or later you will suffer.

When I become the Pope, or even take over the royal power and become the supreme ruler of the Theocracy of Spang, I will definitely get that woman under me and torture her. Only in this way can I vent the humiliation I suffered before.

If Kaya doesn't work, then let's choose Lydia.

Ashburn was very confident that Lydia would agree to the marriage.

Although she was disfigured, she still had a noble status. Lydia was only a third princess and was forced to marry the second son of the Copperfield family. Now she was helpless. Her identity and the power behind her would become her strong support.

And once he marries Lydia, there will be an additional force representing the royal family.

Even if his father has an illegitimate child or something, no one can shake his position.

Of course, this series of plans were all planned by Simmons himself.

Because of previous successful cases, Ashburn thought the success rate was quite high.

Not to mention Ashburn, even Mireya and Marcelino felt that it was very feasible. As long as it was handled properly and no accidents occurred, the royal family would fall apart under this plan.

The family's power in the Spang Theocracy will reach an unprecedented peak.

The goal that our ancestors have been planning for thousands of years will be completely accomplished in this generation.

When Marcelino thought of some possible scenes in the future, his breathing became particularly rapid. He could no longer control the impulse in his heart and stood up: "My son has the potential to be an emperor..."

"Your plan is very good. I will arrange for someone to contact Lydia..."

"No, my father." Ashburn also stood up and shook his head slightly. "For such an important matter, if only our subordinates go to negotiate, Lydia will feel that we don't value her. For such a matter, someone with enough weight must go in person."

"I'll go there myself."

…

"What, rebellion?"

A castle.

This is Lydia's residence.

Outside the palace.

In fact, most members of the royal family live in the palace and do not have separate residences.

As the third princess, she is not actually that honorable among many members of the royal family. The most honorable in the royal family are the first son and first daughter born to the first princess. There is not much difference between the third princess, the thirteenth princess, and the thirtieth princess.

However, Lydia is an exception.

In this world, identity is not everything after all, strength is also a very important part.

Lydia's talent was excellent. She might be slightly inferior to her father Barumonger, but she was definitely the best among the other princes and princesses. Therefore, she had the right to open a separate mansion on the pretext that she needed a quiet environment to practice.

Fortunately, Lydia is just a princess.

The Theocracy of Spang has a serious preference for boys over girls. Although the princess has the right of inheritance, it can be ignored.

Even if all the princes died, the king would rather choose one of his brothers and sons to inherit the throne, and it would not be the princess's turn. Therefore, although Lydia was treated well, she was not too hated.

And now, there is a special guest in the princess's mansion.

His face looked like it had been burned in a fire and then soaked in concentrated sulfuric acid for half a day. It was covered with twisted scars, crisscrossing each other, as if crawling with ugly centipedes. As the expression on his face changed, it twisted slightly. One look at it would give people nightmares involuntarily.

Lydia held the teacup in her hand. She just took a sip of tea and sprayed it out uncontrollably. She wiped the corner of her mouth and looked at the ghost-like man in front of her, Ashibern, with an incredible face: "Sir, what did you just say? Sorry, I didn't hear it clearly. You seemed to say that you wanted to help me rebel? Haha, I must have heard it wrong, right?"

Ashburn smiled a smile that he thought was handsome and charming.

He had always smiled like this before, and every time he smiled like this, he would cause a group of ignorant girls to scream. It had become a habit, but Ashburn had never thought about what he looked like now.

It's ugly enough to begin with. It's okay if she doesn't smile. The static picture looks scary but acceptable. But once she smiles, the static picture turns into a dynamic picture, and the level of horror suddenly increases.

Even with Lydia's current strength and temperament, she didn't even dare to look at it for too long, or she would have nightmares at night.

This guy, has he never looked in the mirror? Lydia couldn't help but mutter to herself.

Ashburn didn't notice Lydia's abnormality at all, and said confidently: "Your Highness, the Third Princess, you heard it right, it is indeed a rebellion."

"I have always known, Your Highness the Third Princess, that you have a compassionate heart."

"You know better than me what the current king of the Spang Theocracy is like. He is cruel and tyrannical. Under his rule, the entire Spang Theocracy is living in poverty. Last winter alone, millions of people starved to death or froze to death."

"Moreover, he was not only cruel to civilians, but also ruthless to the royal family. Have you forgotten how your brother died?"

"Now, you are even more forced to marry into the Copperfield family."

"Your Highness, Third Princess, can you really accept such a fate?"

"Do you really want to see your life being manipulated like a puppet?"

Ashburn patiently persuaded.

In fact, everyone knows what the situation is. It is nothing more than a conflict of interests and power. However, on the surface, they still pretend to be compassionate and righteous. It is hypocritical.

But Ashburn didn't hate this hypocrisy.

If it weren't for this kind of hypocrisy, how could I show my uniqueness? What? You said you wanted to do something real?

Oh, Goddess of Nature, you must be kidding, right? Doing real work? Aren't you tired?

Besides, it costs money to do practical things, right? Although he was very rich, he didn't have a penny to waste on those stupid civilians.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

A few chaotic thoughts flashed through his mind, but Ashburn quickly regained his composure. He calmed down and spoke again, "Your Highness, the Third Princess, don't worry about failure. No matter what, the church is willing to fully support you."

"According to the intelligence the church has, many civilians are now dissatisfied with the situation in the Spang Theocracy. In order to survive, some places have already shown signs of unrest. If Her Highness the Third Princess has that idea, as long as she makes a call, followers will surely gather. With the help of the church, she will surely be able to pull Barumong off the throne."

After a pause, Ashburn added: "I know that Barumong is your father..."

"But, he could kill his three most beloved sons, how much affection could he have for you?"

"I don't think the Third Princess is a heartless and ungrateful woman, but... you don't want to be forced to marry someone you don't like, right?"

Lydia was stunned for a moment, and looked at Ashburn with an increasingly strange look in her eyes. You don’t want to... Where did you learn to speak in this way?

If it weren't for that extremely ugly face, Lydia would even doubt whether this person was Ron. Or was it that Ron's special way of speaking, which was used to threaten others, had begun to become popular in the Dusk Continent? So fast? When she thought of Mr., Lydia's pretty face flushed slightly.

Speaking of which, I haven't seen my husband for a long time, and I don't know how he is doing now.

I learned from Miss Irelia and others who came to meet me a few months ago that my master had been doing well recently, and even had a few more girls around him. But I didn't see him in person, and I missed him a lot in my heart.

It's not just me, Sharin and Ifrit are the same.

Seeing Lydia's hazy eyes and slightly blushing face, Ashburn felt that the Third Princess was more and more beautiful.

Moreover, she blushed.

Originally, Ashburn felt that his appearance had some flaws and was not as handsome as before, and Lydia might not agree to the marriage, but now, he felt an impulse in his heart rushing to his head.

Since his disfigurement and ruined reputation, Ashburn has been subjected to ridicule.

The beautiful girls who originally surrounded him also disappeared completely.

Even the women who he originally despised and gathered around him disappeared completely. Although there were still women who came over occasionally, how ugly could they be if they hugged the Holy Son? At most, they could just close their eyes and endure it. But as long as they could climb up to the high branch of the Holy Son, wouldn't they be able to rise to prominence immediately?

However, when those women saw Ashbern's current appearance, they all felt their stomachs churning violently. If they were not worried that Ashbern would kill someone, those women might not be able to hold back and vomit on the spot.

Are you kidding? It's so ugly.

It's so ugly that it will be imprinted on the soul and can never be forgotten.

It's so ugly that as long as I close my eyes, I will have nightmares in my mind.

Even if I didn't look at Ashburn's face, I couldn't stand that ugliness.

These women appeared in front of Ashburn, then fled at a faster speed, leaving Ashburn alone and disheveled in the wind.

That's right, Ashbern urgently needs a woman by his side to prove that he still has charm and that he is not unable to find a wife. This is related to dignity, and Ashbern attaches great importance to it.

Lydia didn't know what Ashburn was thinking, she just murmured: "Rebellion... I'm a little interested in it."

"It's just that I don't know what the church wants. Don't tell me it wants to make people live a good life. The church is not that great."

Ashburn felt the heat in his chest getting more and more excited. He took a deep breath and said in a calm tone, "This is natural..."

"It's simple. We hope that Princess Lydia will...marry the church..."

"Marriage?" Lydia raised her eyebrows.

"To be precise, it is a marriage with the Bright family."

Lydia frowned and glanced at the man in front of her: "To be more precise, it's you, Ashburne, right?"

After all, the only man of marriageable age in the Bright family is Ashburn.

Lydia didn't think that Ashburn wanted to find him a stepmother.

Ashburn stared at Lydia with his eyes fixed on her. He couldn't help but clench his fingers, and his knuckles turned white. It was the first time he was so nervous in front of a woman. His throat moved slightly, and Ashburn said in a deep voice, "Yes, it's me."

Lydia's eyes drooped: "Is that so? Sorry, I have a crush on someone."

Another blunt refusal.

A surge of anger rushed to my head.

Fortunately, Ashburn had not lost his mind. He knew that now was not a good time to take action.

He couldn't help but make a series of strange sounds in his throat, which was particularly weird: "Miss Lydia... do you really want to marry a man you don't like?"

"Or do you want to be a puppet that is always controlled by others?"

"Believe me, as long as you marry me, I can give you absolute freedom!"

Here is the second chapter. Today I updated 10,000 words.

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