Chapter 149 Where did he get the wig?
It's no wonder she's cautious. Although Zebulun seems to know nothing, he is the queen's own son after all. He might have been tasked with tricking her without realizing it.
Everyone at the table turned their heads at once, their facial muscles tense, their eyes frighteningly bright, and they kept glancing up and down at each other.
They had previously analyzed the Fire Christmas issue in the reading room and believed that Duke Eddie's group would take action at this time when everyone was most relaxed.
Now that the exams are over and the holidays are coming, it is hard not to be suspicious when Zebulun, who has a sensitive identity, comes at this time.
Tricks, surveillance or temptation?
Zebulon's raised foot stopped in mid-air.
Even though he had been accustomed to following eyes since he was a child, he subconsciously moved back a few inches when he saw this scene.
Why does everyone look so hostile?
"Just two sentences." Zebulun calmed his facial expression and tried to maintain a calm voice. "It can be within your sight."
"I represent the entire royal family. What can I do?"
The more he said this, the more suspicious everyone became. Heda's face was full of distrust: "If you can't do anything, why can't you say it here?"
Zebulon: "......"
Why can't I explain it to you?
Edith stood up and bowed perfunctorily. Although she did not sit down, she did not intend to move her feet at all.
Zebulun closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and finally spoke.
"I would like to invite you to be my dance partner."
As he said this, he turned one hand behind his back and stretched out the other, making a "please" gesture in front of Edith.
Keep calm, don't hesitate, you are the prince, she should be nervous... He kept repeating the words in his mind, forcing the trembling back into his body. Finally, Zebulun calmed down, but felt that there was no sound around him.
Any response is possible, but how could there be no response?
He opened his eyes somewhat dazedly and explained dryly: "You may not be familiar with the ball. After all, the royal family is involved in the decision to admit commoners to the academy. I should help you integrate..."
His voice became smaller and smaller.
Edith stood in front of the window, with the light from outside shining directly on her. In addition, Zebulon had just closed his eyes and had just opened them not long ago, so she could not see the other person's expression for a moment.
The first person who caught his eye was Hedda, who was sitting in the back—her expression was dull, her lips slightly parted, and she looked shocked and distressed.
"Just say this!"
She thought she was going to face off against the Queen's massive power, how could it be an invitation to a dance partner!
"Don't let your guard down yet. This could be a trick to fool us." Bell analyzed calmly and covered Hedda's mouth from behind. "Will Zebulon invite Edith to dance with him? How is that possible! If he really does that, the Queen's desk will be filled with letters of regret from the ministers the next day."
What civilians! Mu Lin is also a civilian, why not look for her? Isn't it because Edith is stronger, which makes them feel more threatened?
As representatives of the royal family, unless there is a special reason, the royal family members must attend the college ball. In previous years, Ursula and Zebulon attended in their personal capacity - they are candidates for heirs, and the choice of dance partner is bound to be related to the family's position behind them. In the absence of certainty, not choosing is also an option.
How could they suddenly make an exception for Edith!
Mu Lin hesitated to speak.
"So there are so many rules for nobles to choose dance partners?" She was a little shocked. "I thought--"
She also thought that, apart from being invited by friends, boys and girls could just reach out to each other if they had a vague crush on each other.
Lynch continued Mulin's words in a low voice: "I also thought Zebulon had a good impression of Edith." Now thinking about it, it was really shallow.
Or we all know more.
His sister turned her head approvingly and taught him, "That's right. Don't speak carelessly in the future. You should listen to what others say first."
Tuttle: "..."
What the hell is going on.
The dining table had been extremely quiet just a moment ago, but now it was so noisy that it gave him a headache.
Zebulon was obviously not in the right state either. His brain was still immersed in the double attack of "I actually spoke" and "How would Edith react?" He could only barely catch a few key words in the discussion.
Tattle knew at a glance that the other party did not come with a mission.
The reason he came was...
He looked silently at Edith who had her back to him. The girl tilted her head and looked relaxed. She probably wasn't affected by the discussion.
......The person he most hoped could not see the other person's thoughts was her.
"Thank you, but I already have a partner," Edith responded politely. "I am Miss Turner's partner and I should go to the dance with her."
The title of reading companion is really useful.
She was a little confused about what Zebulon was thinking. Judging from his performance, he certainly didn't receive any instructions from others.
Zebulon withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened and smiled politely: "I'm sorry, I really didn't choose the right time. There is still one day before the dance, and I really should find a dance partner."
Heda... yes, it is true that when nobles choose study partners for their children, this is the purpose.
He once again expressed his apologies to everyone at the table for disturbing him, turned around and left the restaurant quickly. If he hadn't stumbled and fallen on the door frame at the end, it would have looked pretty normal.
"So what's going on?" Belle waved to Edith, asking her to sit down quickly. "What do you think his purpose is?"
"To show my favor to the Queen."
Edith turned her head and nodded with certainty. "In recent years, the Queen has been promoting policies that benefit the common people. Zebulon did not agree with it at first, but from what I heard last time, Ursula is now the one who disagrees."
If Zebulun wants to please his mother and fight for more rights, he must show his determination to be of the same mind as his mother. The best way is to show goodwill to her, a civilian who is at the center of the storm.
"That makes sense." Heda was quickly convinced. "That's good. I was just afraid there might be other purposes."
Tuttle nodded solemnly: "That's right."
The subject was lightly touched upon, and after this interruption Hedda returned to her former self, and Edith was completely relieved.
Zebulon is still somewhat useful.
......
the next day.
The dance was to begin in the evening, but Hedda had not eaten since breakfast, and sat determinedly on the sofa, flipping through her novel.
"I see there's quite a big gap in your dress, so you shouldn't need to rely on starvation to temporarily lose weight." Bell said hesitantly.
"No, it's just for the dinner." Hedda said firmly, "I'm not dancing anyway, so I might as well stay hungry for a while so I can eat more at the dance."
Edith gave a thumbs up: "Good ambition."
"It would be nice if you could be so determined when you review."
At lunch time, Hedda didn't even go to the restaurant. Naturally, no one needed to sit in the empty seat opposite her today. Edith looked up and saw Amy's purple eyes. She asked, "Who hit her?"
"Joyce Walker." Tuttle was slowly cutting the lamb chops on the plate, in stark contrast to the grinning Amy beside him. "President Walker found out that he was missing a robe, so he rushed to the college without a second thought. He directly dropped into the boys' dormitory last night, caught him and beat him up."
"Lost the fight." Bell asked in a declarative tone.
"I didn't lose." Amy's eyes were full of determination, "I saved the robe."
Edith: “…”
Why do everyone use their firm beliefs on such things?
The purple corners of the eyes were not difficult to hide. When evening came, Edith struggled to avoid Hedda's skirt and took her arm to the scene. At first glance, she saw Amy Walker, who stood out from the crowd.
"He really wears it like this!" Hedda was stunned.
Edith was silent for a moment.
For a moment she almost thought it was President Walker himself standing there.
"—Where did he get that wig?"
"It's not a wig." Lin Qi's resentful voice came from behind, "It's real hair that was temporarily grown using magic."
I don't know if Amy was thinking of revenge. She originally planned to wear just an outer robe, but now she is dressing like Joyce in every way.
Her long hair was in a high ponytail, she wore a flowing coat, a golden brooch - although if you looked closely you would see it was a button - and high heels were barely visible on her feet.
I really tried my best.
"Did you watch him cast a spell?" Hedda asked curiously.
"I helped him trim his hair." Lin Qi subconsciously reached for the sword behind him, but missed it and remembered that weapons were not allowed at the dance. "...His hair was too long, so he came to my dormitory to ask me to help cut it to the right length."
Goddess, who knew how horrified he would be when he opened the door and saw a person with long hair all over the corridor? What's even more horrifying is that as soon as Amy left, a strange rumor spread in the dormitory building that "a black-haired girl broke into Lynch's room at night."
Hedda laughed rudely.
Edith laughed too, but she didn't say anything, just curled her lips. Lynch pursed his lips to the accompaniment of Hedda's laughter, and quickly glanced at Edith's face, looking a little embarrassed. "It suits you very well." He said, his ears red, "very beautiful."
"Thank you." Edith accepted the compliment generously, "It's a simple, but really stylish dress."
"You look good, it's not a skirt." Lynch explained hurriedly, lowered his head and took two steps, and was quickly pushed aside by Hedda's big skirt. Then he made one wrong step after another and was gradually squeezed away by the crowded crowd.
For some reason, the road to the auditorium was unusually crowded.
Edith almost thought this was normal until she heard people around her complaining. "What's wrong this year?" A girl who looked a few years older than her kept smacking her lips. "This distance used to take only two minutes to walk, but today it took almost twenty minutes!"
"I don't know, is there a lot of people this year?" The companion stood on tiptoe to look forward, "It shouldn't be, no matter how many there are, it can't be more than three thousand..."
Edith frowned, but before she had time to think, a fiery red bird suddenly circled in the sky, finally slowly landed on the tallest tree on the roadside, and opened its mouth to let out a sharp cry.
Everyone looked up in its direction.
"Notice of temporary change of venue, notice of temporary change of venue!"
The red bird chirped and uttered human words: "Due to the limited reception capacity of the auditorium, the venue of the dance has been changed to the college banquet hall! I repeat, the venue of the dance has been changed to the college banquet hall!"
"College banquet hall?"
Heda took a deep breath: "Isn't that used to receive investors of the college?" It was heard that the place itself could accommodate 3,000 people, but there was also a magic array reserved for expanding the space. When all were opened, it could accommodate up to 5,000 people to walk freely.
The entire academy combined can’t possibly have that many people, right?
"What's going on?" Edith frowned, trying to discern useful information from the discussions around her.
Finally, a name jumped into her ears.
His Majesty Campbell.
The king of Dragonspine Kingdom, the mother of Ursula and others, is said to be attending the ball tonight.
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