Prince Hussein pretended to be casual and called Princess Haya, who was hiding aside and watching the sea alone.

Princess Haya walked to Prince Hussein, glanced at Allen, her face turned red, and she lowered her head shyly. She was holding a glass of red wine, the surface of the wine was shaking slightly, showing that she was a little nervous at the moment.

…

Alan narrowed his eyes, looked at Princess Haya, then looked at Prince Hussein, his mind turned slightly, this atmosphere was a little bit not right, Prince Hussein, this guy... seemed to be plotting against him.

"Sir Allen... Haya and I have a very good relationship, but I am usually too busy to visit her in London. If she needs anything in school in the future, could you please help her?"

Prince Hussein patted Princess Haya on the shoulder, and when he put his hand on her shoulder, he secretly squeezed it hard. This sister... we had agreed on it before she came, why is she so scared when she sees the real person?

“…”

Alan looked at their little actions and was slightly surprised. Good boy...you are trying the same tricks with him.

"I'll have my butler give Haya a business card later. If you have any problems in London, you can call me. But... I may not be able to do that recently. I have been driven away by Her Majesty the Queen and cannot go to London within six months."

“Hahahahahaha!”

After hearing Alan's last words, Prince Hussein laughed. He knew about this treatment, but he was very envious of this punishment. Look... Although he is young and his territory is remote, he dared to chop people in London and even killed them, but in the end he only got such a painless punishment. This fully represents Alan's status. Ordinary people don't have this treatment.

"Sir, you and my sister are not much different in age. I heard that you are still unmarried. If you have the chance, please consider my sister. She often mentions you to me."

Prince Hussein made this remark as if jokingly, taking advantage of the situation.

…

"Hehe... I have too many things to do at home right now. I am too busy at other times, and I have no time to deal with some of my own problems. A few days ago, His Highness introduced me to the eldest princess of Norway, but I haven't had time to contact her yet."

Allen rejected Prince Hussein expressionlessly and subtly, and at the same time pointed out a word to him.

Although the Norwegian royal family is poor, their status is not comparable to that of the current Jordanian royal family. Allen directly brought up Boss Cha, saying that the Norwegian princess who was introduced to him by Boss Cha personally was using this to shut Prince Hussein up.

"Oh?... That's a pity, but... With your current achievements, I'm afraid your attraction to the opposite sex is very strong. As an admirer of yours, my sister still has some chances, right?"

Prince Hussein seemed not to understand what Allen said and immediately decided the matter. Allen was not married anyway, so who knew who he would marry in the future?

As long as there is a chance, he has to work harder. He can also use this as an excuse to strengthen his relationship with Allen. As long as the two sides spend some time together, he can slowly give him benefits.

At the moment, Prince Hussein subconsciously thought of the secretary. He could pursue her first. Maybe he could use the secretary to strengthen his relationship with the earl, killing two birds with one stone. Tsk tsk…

This was the unexpected surprise of his trip to London.

…

A convoy was driving on the way back to the manor. Xiao Shitou was driving himself, and there were only him and Alan in the car.

Alan sat in the back seat, leaning back with his eyes closed, his right hand on his crossed legs, tapping his thigh with his index finger.

He was thinking about some things that happened at today's banquet.

Today I just invited them to lunch and then sent someone to send them back.

But Prince Hussein always sounded urgent when the two of them chatted at the banquet today.

Alan couldn't figure out what he was in such a hurry for.

Logically speaking, based on what Allen had learned from the information, Prince Hussein's current situation should be as stable as an old dog. He has a hot temper and likes military affairs.

But with his performance today, Allen always felt like he had overlooked something.

Suddenly, a light bulb went off in Alan's head and he suddenly opened his eyes.

…

"Stone……"

"You said Master!"

"I remember that the information you gave me about Prince Hussein did not mention the old king, right?"

"No."

"Go back and collect information about the old king, and by the way..."

Alan touched his chin. He felt that there was something wrong, so he added another sentence.

"And by the way, collect information about Hussein's brothers and sisters."

"Okay, young master...but it might take some time to get information on so many people."

"Well, collect as much as you can, don't rush."

After Alan finished speaking, he closed his eyes again and leaned back in the back seat to rest.

…

"Welcome home, Master!"

Hut was waiting outside the hall with a smile on his face. The moment Alan got off the car, he bent down to greet him, then handed Alan a casual-looking envelope with both hands.

"What?"

"This was sent by Butler Capel. It is a warrant written by His Highness himself for you."

Hut looked at Alan with a smile. Every time Alan made friends with outsiders, he was happiest. Even if the other party was just a prince of a small country, Hut was very happy. This meant that the young master's network of contacts was getting wider and wider, and his influence was getting greater and greater. Look... even the order that His Highness gave to the young master was handwritten by His Highness himself. What did this mean?

This is the future of the Hill family, and proof of the status of our young master in His Highness' heart!

“…”

Alan took the envelope, tore it casually, stuffed the scraps of paper into Hut's hand, and took out a small card from the envelope. The content on it was very simple, asking him to go to Highgrove Manor to pick up William and Harry before three o'clock tomorrow afternoon.

I thought these two little brats could stay there for a few more days, but who knew that the party within the royal family was over after just a few days?

After putting away the envelope, he said, "His Highness asked me to pick up William and Harry before 3 o'clock tomorrow afternoon. Please arrange the car."

"Okay, Master!"

…

Alan couldn't remember how many times he had traveled back and forth between Carmarthen and Highgrove Manor.

After lunch, I got in the car and rushed here. I would rather arrive early to avoid any accidents on the way that would delay me.

But when he arrived outside the main building of the manor and got out of the car, Alan's attention was attracted by a large mattress.

At the entrance of the main building, a large mattress was abandoned outside the door, covered with dust.

It's a bit unusual that something like this happened in a place like this and no one cared about it.

…

"You are here, sir?"

After receiving the call, Butler Capel came down to wait for Allen. Seeing him staring at the mattress, Capel looked a little embarrassed, but there were some things he couldn't say, so he could only bite the bullet and forcefully change the subject: "Your Highness is still painting in the garden, otherwise... I will take you directly to see His Highness?"

"Um……"

Alan looked at Capel's expression, then at the big mattress. When the two were talking, a loud noise was faintly heard from upstairs.

"Let's go!"

Alan didn't care. Maybe William and Harry were just playing around?

…

"Your Highness! I'm coming."

Alan saw Boss Cha from a distance. At this time, Boss Cha was wearing country casual clothes, with an easel in front of him, a brush holder at his feet, a paint box on his legs, and a large round palette in his left hand. He was wearing glasses and staring at the small garden in the distance with concentration as he painted.

A group of little hens, black with white spots on their bodies, were leisurely catching insects in the garden.

Alan's voice suddenly interrupted the mood at this moment. Boss Cha turned his head with a look of disgust, lowered his head slightly, glared at Alan through his glasses with a stern face and said, "Sit down for a while, wait for me to finish painting!"

"Hey! Go on, go on, I'll learn."

Alan looked around and there was no place to sit nearby. The only place behind Boss Cha was something that looked like a small toolbox. He knew what this thing was. It was a toolbox for pencils, knives, watercolor pens, etc. It was of very good quality and could be sat on!

Carrying a small toolbox, Alan sat next to Boss Cha and watched him draw out of boredom.

What he painted was not an oil painting, but a color painting, a kind of watercolor. Alan didn't quite understand it.

But Boss Cha's painting skills are still pretty good. Looking at the things in the painting, you can clearly tell that the flowers are flowers and the chickens are chickens. The level is much higher than the work report that Alan drew for the Queen a few days ago!

…

"oh……"

Harry was holding a slingshot in his left hand and an egg in his right hand. A hen was chasing him and he ran past Alan on his short legs.

Boss Cha was about to get angry, but he looked up and then continued painting as if nothing had happened.

After a few minutes, "Oh..."

Harry was chased back by the hen again.

Alan waved at Harry and said, "Why are you running? Come here."

"Cousin...it keeps chasing me."

Harry felt a little aggrieved. He had just picked up an egg and the hen chased him and pecked at it. It was even more aggressive than the hen from his cousin's family.

"Let me see what you got."

Alan took the small slingshot from Harry and weighed it in his hand. The weight was just right. Most importantly, it was made of wood. It was obvious that it was not made from a large piece of wood, but from a natural tree branch.

Something like this... Although Alan is old, he still fell in love with this exquisite little slingshot the moment he saw it.

"Okay, go play."

Alan directly stole Harry's slingshot and started to drive people away.

"Woohoo...give me the slingshot."

"Um?!"

Seeing Harry's little mouth open, about to cry, Alan frowned and hummed softly. Harry immediately stopped crying, sniffed, looked at Alan with a face full of grievance, then looked at Boss Cha next to him. Seeing that Boss Cha ignored him, he could only glare at Alan cautiously. The moment Alan raised his right hand, he ran away with his short legs again.

…

The naughty kid finally left, and Boss Cha secretly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that Alan was still useful sometimes. He curled the corners of his mouth slightly, dipped the pen in the paint on the palette, and lightly touched the paper with the tip of the pen. Suddenly, a rooster crowed, causing Boss Cha's hand holding the pen to tremble subconsciously, and a long red line ran from top to bottom, ruining the entire picture!

“Alan!”

Boss Cha turned his head with an angry look on his face, and saw Alan sitting on his small toolbox, nonchalantly holding the slingshot he had just snatched from Harry, and killing the hen that had just chased Harry!

At this time, the tragic scene of the sudden death of the hen frightened several other hens in the distance, and the whole garden was in chaos.

“…”

Their eyes met, and Alan looked at Boss Cha with embarrassment.

"Your Highness, I just took a random aim. I don't know why I shot so accurately. I said that the chicken deliberately hit the stone I shot. Do you believe it?"

"How many of my chickens did you eat last time? I just raised them! I have named each of them. How old is little Martha?! Do you think I will believe you? My chickens will die as soon as you come to my place!"

Boss Cha gritted his teeth as he looked at Allen, who was holding a slingshot and looking at him with an innocent expression.

“…”

Looking at this stuff, Boss Cha threw the pen into the bucket, took a look at the painting that was no longer worthwhile, then looked at the dead little Martha in the distance, sighed, and scratched his head.

…

"Your Highness... Then I will take William and Harry home now. It is getting late."

Alan looked at the blue sky and white clouds and lied with his eyes open.

"Why……"

Boss Cha sighed again, touched his hands on his trousers, and stared into the distance in a daze.

Just when Allen was about to lose his patience, Boss Cha suddenly said, "The Queen has agreed to our separation. She is moving. Did you see it when you came?"

"???"

Oh... this is big news, the Queen actually agreed?

Alan didn't expect it to be so fast, but Boss Cha didn't look very happy.

Separation can be regarded as a cooling-off period before divorce, but after the cooling-off period, everything is not over. If the two of them could remain calm, things would not have developed to this point over the years.

As for the current situation, Allen estimated that it was most likely just a prelude. The Queen agreed to Princess Anne's divorce a few days ago, and it has been less than a month. If she agrees to investigate the boss again, it would be too intensive and too frequent. The royal family... can't afford to lose face. It's like a team divorce.

Therefore, it is likely that they will separate completely first to pave the way for a formal divorce in the future.

…

"I...saw a mattress thrown at the door."

"Well...let her be."

Boss Cha felt a little melancholy. Their feelings were gone, but in his opinion, the separation was just in name only. They could live separately openly and out of sight, out of respect. But now Diana had returned to the manor and thrown out all the things they had used, which made Boss Cha miss her.

Even if he was no longer a good-for-nothing, seeing the furniture he had prepared for the two of them personally, Boss Cha recalled some things that happened a few years ago when they were in love and newlyweds. But in order to avoid staying in the house and quarreling, he hid out to paint. Who would have thought that the painting was almost finished, but in the end, it was influenced by Alan and destroyed by his own hands.

Boss Cha looked at the painting in front of him, his thoughts extending a little… No matter what the reason was, this painting was eventually destroyed by the brush in his hand. It was just like his marriage, which was also destroyed by his own hands. Is this fate?

"Alan...how's the plan you mentioned a while ago going?"

Boss Cha stared at the painting, slowly narrowed his eyes, and asked another question that surprised Alan.