Chapter 215 Casefile·8: Autumn Hunting (1)
Today's royal capital is still as bustling as ever.
The previous events had been forgotten by the nobles like a passing cloud. They ate and slept as they were supposed to, and partied every night. They stayed up late at night and woke up at noon the next day. This was all very natural.
At 11:30 AM, in the master bedroom of Baron Chand's mansion in the capital, a plump, white arm, as tender as a lotus root, emerged from the covers, fumbled around, and finally lifted the quilt. Elenor, revealing a half-asleep face, yawned loudly.
She raised her hand and rang the bell beside the bed.
The maids were summoned, opened the bedroom door, and filed in. Some opened the tightly closed curtains, some helped Eleanor to stand up, some handed her warm white towels, and some brought beautiful dresses for Eleanor to choose from.
Fifteen minutes later, after being dressed and washed by the maids, Elenor sat at the head of the long table in the restaurant, drinking Earl Grey tea at just the right temperature and cutting into the tender Benedict eggs with a silver knife.
She watched the golden egg liquid slowly flow down, and a charming smile appeared on the corner of her red lips: "What interesting things are there today?"
A maid stepped forward and replied in a businesslike, expressionless manner, "There will be an afternoon tea party at Mrs. Mutter's at 3 p.m. And there will be a dance at Lord Hunter's residence at 8 p.m. tonight..."
She listed all the activities in the city today as if she were reading out a menu. Elenor said with great interest, "Prepare clothes and jewelry for me. I plan to show up."
Perhaps because she had spent too long alone in Rose Manor, now that she had acquired a human body, Eleanor had been spending a lot of time in the capital, indulging in the extravagant life of the nobles.
She attended almost every tea party, cocktail party, and dance party to gather intelligence, look for opportunities, or simply enjoy the extravagant and lively atmosphere... No one could tell what her purpose was, and perhaps even she herself would occasionally feel confused for a moment.
But what did it matter? Before this body decayed, before she advanced her plan step by step, obtained the most perfect body, and held the country in her hands again, she still had plenty of time to squander.
"Yes, sir!" The maids scattered and loyally prepared the most suitable clothes, jewelry and cosmetics for their mistress.
At 3:30 in the afternoon, 'Eleanor' appeared in a glamorous manner at Mrs. Mutter's afternoon tea party.
According to Huntington tradition, a wife's mourning period after her husband's death is not very long. Generally speaking, seven days for the poor and a month for the rich and noble is generally sufficient. If there is a truly sincere affection between the couple, there is no upper limit and they can mourn for as long as they like.
'Eleanor' naturally would not make more sacrifices for her 'nominal' ex-husband.
Her makeup was vibrant and bright, her dress was tailored to her body, and the colors and styles were in line with the latest fashion trends, attracting the attention of many aristocratic men and women along the way. However, the prim and proper Mrs. Mutter snorted lightly, seeming a little dissatisfied.
The old lady turned away and announced the latest news she had received from her son to her friends. "Have you heard? His Majesty the King plans to hold an autumn hunt at the Royal Hunting Grounds in the North Mountains! It is said that His Majesty does not intend to bring too many people this time to avoid disturbing the animals in the hunting grounds. The number of attendants is quite limited!"
"Wow, Huntington rarely holds these events. Is there something big to announce this time?"
"It's hard to say. I heard that the new Duke from the northwest will also come to participate in the autumn hunt."
"Don't you think Winston looks a bit like His Majesty the King?"
"Emmm, if we're talking about similarities, I think he looks more like the Delmans. The Huntingtons, on the other hand, all have black hair and green eyes, and most have muscular bodies, just like the Viscount of Wilshire."
"But His Majesty's attitude towards Winston is indeed quite different... If we calculate by rank, Winston is probably the one closest to the throne right now, right?"
"So this autumn hunt is Winston's first official appearance on the social stage since becoming Duke? Hey, it sounds quite interesting!"
"Hiss, I'm kind of thinking about joining... Madam, your news came so quickly, I'm afraid you have a few vacancies in your hands?" Those who react quickly have already started to curry favor with her.
Mrs. Mutter smiled inscrutablely. "My son is a palace guard after all... If you're talking about connections, I probably do have some."
"Hey! Then you have to give me some face!"
"Hey, look at what you said. You are a member of parliament who has been very popular recently. I must reserve a seat for you." Mrs. Mutter had a formal smile on her face and glanced at Elenor indifferently. "You are not like some people who just lost their husbands and go out to have fun..."
Elenor's smile faltered slightly at her inexplicable taunting. While this identity offered freedom, she occasionally encountered conservative individuals like Mrs. Mutter. However, since she had already heard the important news, there was little point in staying.
She quietly lingered at the tea party for a while before quietly leaving. She got in her carriage and told her driver, "Go to the Countess of Canberra's residence."
"Yes, ma'am!"
As the Countess, Durand de Cabera had indeed received news of the autumn hunt, and she even had a few spots in her hands.
"You heard the truth." Mrs. Durand stood in the living room in her nightgown and poured herself a small glass of gin. "I heard similar things. His Majesty the King wants to take Winston on an autumn hunt, probably to strengthen the father-son relationship and make up for lost time..."
"Oh," Elenor had already dismissed his servants and was half-leaning on Mrs. Duran's sofa, revealing a boneless lazy look. "For so many years, I ignored her, but now that she's exposed, I have to keep in touch with her. What a hypocritical man!"
"If I hadn't pushed him from behind, I'm afraid my big son would still be hiding in some remote mountain valley, a spy who can be summoned and dismissed at will!" Derek said sweetly to Mrs. Duran, "Godmother, can you give me a few spots? I want to go and see this great show in person."
"As long as you want to go, you can allocate these places," Mrs. Duran said kindly. "But the hunting ground is not big, so you will inevitably run into that guy Maybury. Will he recognize you?"
Deresi gave a sly smile, "His Majesty the King met a woman at the hunting grounds who bore a striking resemblance to his former lover. This is certainly a piece of gossip that everyone will be talking about!"
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