Chapter 65 The Princess Who Was Cannon Fodder in the Danmei Novel 15
The wedding of Princess Margaret and Earl Darcy was the most sensational event in the UK in recent years. Although it has been a month since the wedding, it is still talked about by the citizens of London.
Their wedding took place in a private chapel at Windsor Castle in Berkshire, not far from London.
It is reported that princes, ministers, and wealthy nobles all appeared that day. Princess Margaret wore a cake dress made of heavy lace. Her long veil was held by Prince Alf and Princess Helena. Queen Victoria personally blessed the two newlyweds.
And after the wedding, he was given the title of Earl Fitzwilliam Darcy!
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When the news came out, the whole country was shocked.
On the one hand, people were jealous and envious of the new Earl Darcy. On the other hand, this move by the royal family made people dream of becoming the next lucky person.
At this moment, the newlyweds, exhausted after attending one banquet after another, fled back to Pemberley.
The originally quiet manor became noisy with the arrival of the master and mistress.
"Hurry, Nina, ask the kitchen to heat some more hot water. The master and his mistress will take a hot bath soon!" Mrs. Reynolds ordered urgently.
The lights in the manor were on brightly, and the servants who were supposed to be resting were alert and moving around the manor in an orderly manner.
Uncle Mark, who had fallen asleep in the nearby village, was suddenly awakened by the sound of hurried horse hooves. Fearing that it was robbery, he quickly got up with the farm tools behind the door, approached the crack of the door and looked out. He vaguely saw a long convoy of carriages rushing towards their earl's mansion.
"What's wrong?" his wife, awakened by his actions, asked dazedly.
"Nothing, it seems the princess and the earl are back." Mark turned around and comforted her.
Wow! In the darkness, Mrs. Mark's drooping eyelids suddenly lifted up, and her sleepiness completely disappeared.
Ever since the news came that Mr. Darcy was made earl by the Queen some time ago, the farmers who rented their land nearby have been rejoicing.
After all, the Darcy family has always had a good reputation in this land. Now that this place has become the fiefdom of Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy, they are also people with noble protection.
Mrs. Mark, who couldn't sleep at night, talked to her husband for half the night.
After the handover between Mrs. Reynolds and Tini, the guards and servants they brought were properly settled.
Margaret simply became a hands-off manager. She approached her husband who was talking to the captain of the guard, Albert, and gave an admiring look to Albert who had tactfully left. She whispered in Darcy's ear:
"I'm going to the bathroom on the second floor first. Remember to come find me later."
Darcy blushed when he understood what his wife meant. Fortunately, the candlelight was dim at night and he couldn't see clearly.
Taking a bath with a mandarin duck was quite stimulating for him, who was just starting out.
A masculine heat of understanding spread throughout his body from bottom to top. He loosened the button on his collar and looked at his wife's graceful figure going upstairs. His deep eyes became even hotter.
Assisted by her maid, Margaret, wearing a gauze, walked into the bathroom at another corner of the second floor.
There was a square bathtub in the middle of the house, and steam was rising from it. As soon as she stepped in, she felt that every pore in her body was relaxed, and the busyness of the past few days was relieved.
As her white and slender legs stepped into the water, she sighed with contentment. It was so comfortable!
If there was anything she was not satisfied with about the bathhouse built according to her requirements, it was that, because the manor was built in the early years, it was impossible to break down the walls and re-lay the water pipes, so the hot water for the bathhouse had to be carried up bucket by bucket by the servants.
Looking at the juice that was thoughtfully placed on the tray by the pool, Margaret picked it up and swallowed the fertility pills she had exchanged from 003 with the juice.
Yes, when she first came to this world and learned about the world her original self lived in, she immediately exchanged for a fertility pill and "Chu Yao Xian Xi". The latter was to cope with the terrible corsets of this era, and as for the former, who made the damn inheritance law of this era stipulate that the land can only be inherited by the eldest son!
If she wanted to get along in this era and fulfill the original owner's mission of becoming the pride of the royal family, then giving birth to a boy was what she had to do.
After all, she didn't want to become the poor bug who was perfect in everything except giving birth to a boy in people's after-dinner gossip.
She is 29 years old now. As she gets older, her physical function will definitely deteriorate year by year, so it is better for her to get pregnant as early as possible.
When Darcy came in, he saw his wife lying on the edge of the pool with her eyes narrowed, looking lost in thought. Her fair body was faintly visible underwater in the diffuse mist, and a lazy sexiness came over him.
"Why aren't you coming down yet?" Margaret tilted her head and looked at her husband who looked like a silly goose. She narrowed her purple eyes and said, "Hurry up! What are you dawdling for? Don't waste the fertility pills she bought with one point."
Swallowing nervously, Darcy took off his clothes by the pool, then entered the bathtub and walked towards his wife.
Looking at the fit body on the water with satisfaction, Margaret continued to lie there, unceremoniously directing her new husband to rub her back.
As they rubbed, the temperature gradually rose. I don't know who took the initiative, but the water in the pool splashed everywhere.
(Omitted 200 words... the author who was reviewed crawled over...)
In the early morning, the birds outside the house kept chirping. Margaret couldn't bear to be disturbed and leaned closer to the warm embrace beside her.
Darcy, who had woken up long ago, looked at his wife in his arms with tenderness in his eyes. He held her soft body in his arms, and his gaze wandered from his wife's rosy lips to her fair forehead, and he even counted her eyelashes that were like a feather fan.
He really didn't expect that he would marry a wife who was so suitable for him. Especially after having in-depth physical communication with her, his heart was full of sympathy for his wife.
Her long eyelashes trembled slightly with her eyelids. As her eyes opened, her amethyst-like pupils stared at him. The red lips that drove him crazy last night opened slightly: "Darcy, why are you staring at me?"
Darcy gently brushed the hair that was scattered on his wife's cheeks behind her ears. He still had a serious look on his face, but his eyes were full of tenderness.
"Marigot, get up, it's getting light."
He avoided answering his wife's question. Was he going to reveal to his wife that he was a bit of a sultry pervert?
Margaret simply didn't pursue the issue further, but simply lifted the bed curtain and asked Tini to come in and help her get up.
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