Chapter 67 The Princess Who Was Cannon Fodder in the Danmei Novel 17
The heavy snow was like light smoke and willow catkins, floating down from the sky and dyeing the entire Pemberley Manor white.
London in winter was as bustling as in previous years. Various luxurious and magnificent banquets were held as usual. However, Princess Margaret and Earl Darcy, who should have been the focus of the banquet, did not attend any of them.
As a result, the news of Princess Margaret's pregnancy spread quickly among the nobles along with the heavy snow.
Many nobles regretted their decision, and some eldest sons of the families did not participate in the competition for the princess's husband, for fear that the princess, who was already middle-aged, might not be able to give birth to a family heir.
After all, Princess Marigat had never been pregnant during the ten years she was married to Prince Louis, so the news that the princess was infertile had become an unspoken secret among the aristocracy.
Now, they once again envy the good fortune of the newly appointed Earl Darcy. He is truly a winner in life!
At this time, Margaret was watching the snow scene outside the window accompanied by her maid. She looked a little resentful. She originally wanted to go out to catch a handful of the first snow of winter, but was forcibly suppressed by the doctor and Tini beside her.
Mrs. Reynolds, who was standing by, finally breathed a sigh of relief. She wanted to stop it, but she didn't dare to spoil the princess's fun.
She was very prepared for the arrival of the next heir to the Darcy family.
Since the beginning of winter, the fireplaces in the manor have basically been burning to prevent the hostess's delicate figure from freezing.
The sharp corners of the furniture in the princess' room were wrapped in thick quilts. This year, not a single flower in the greenhouse was given away. Two pots were placed in the room every day to win the hostess's smile.
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Darcy inspected the surrounding farmers, shook off the snow on his shoulders at the door, and then shook off the cold in front of the stove in the living room.
After completing this winter homecoming routine, he walked to the window and hugged his plump and rosy wife, with his chin resting on the top of her head.
"What's wrong? Are you unhappy?"
Margaret grabbed her husband's warm hand and placed it on her belly. "It's nothing. The doctor said pregnant women have mood swings."
Darcy stroked his wife's belly, his eyelids drooped: "Is the baby good today?"
"Very good." She snuggled into her husband's arms. "By the way, how are the farmers nearby?"
Darcy frowned slightly when he mentioned this, and stroked his wife's hair with his chin.
He didn't want to talk about it any more, but he met the sparkling eyes of his wife in his arms. Well, he should have known that the princess was different from the women of today and was very interested in these things that should be between men.
"This year's first snow came a little too quickly and was quite heavy, so some farmers haven't prepared wood for heating yet."
Holding his wife's white and tender hand in his palm, Darcy continued, "The situation is not serious now, but I hope the snow will stop soon."
He tried to downplay the incident as much as possible so as not to cause his wife to worry too much about it.
Margaret's delicate eyebrows were wrinkled. The farmers here were quite simple. Whenever they saw her and Georgiana out for fun, they would always pay their respects to her from a distance and present their most expensive food for her to taste.
Occasionally, when I took a bite or two on a whim, the owner of the food would feel as if he had encountered something great and his excitement was beyond words.
He pulled his hand away and was about to say something, but he saw George Anna staring at them with her hands covering her mouth and a sly smile on her face.
Reaching out her hand and calling Georgeanna to her side, Margaret pinched her still chubby cheeks with her fingers in annoyance. This girl was getting bolder and bolder. Now she was actually making fun of herself and Darcy.
The Earl looked serious and ignored his sister's cry for help. This girl needed a lesson. Her behavior just now was too unnoble.
With no one to turn to, Georgeanna resigned herself to putting down her hands and letting her sister-in-law rub her face. Her face must have turned red.
Sitting on the sofa in front of the fireplace with her sister, Margaret was too lazy to look at her husband's jealous look. She didn't know what was going on, but the count always acted like a demon these days.
George Anna leaned against the princess, made faces at her brother provocatively, and told him not to let her have much contact with my sister-in-law.
The fire made her feel warm. Margaret leaned lazily on the sofa. Not wanting to get involved in the quarrel between the siblings, she continued with the previous topic.
"Darcy, I remember that the farmers around here rented the land from the Darcy family several generations ago, right?"
Darcy was stunned, then nodded affirmatively: "Yes."
"Then they must have deep feelings for this land and the Darcy family on it."
George Anna straightened her back proudly, yes, that's right.
"Have you ever thought about this," Margaret said, changing the subject. "If these farmers are injured or killed in the snowstorm, will the new farmers be loyal to this land?"
Darcy frowned in thought. No one had ever thought about this problem. Farmers were just a number to the nobles. If there were fewer, they could just be filled in.
George Anna looked at her sister-in-law who seemed to be falling asleep with shining eyes. She also wanted to become such a powerful person!
Patting her somewhat sore waist, Margaret raised her eyelids slightly, and a glimmer of water seemed to flash through her purple eye mask: "You don't have to do much. Just open up a section of the forest after the snow stops, allow farmers to go in and pick up some dead branches, and let them catch some fish in the river and take them home to have a good winter."
"If you're worried about accidents, I can ask the guards to help maintain order. Just think of it as a blessing for the baby."
As she spoke, she touched her belly.
George, Anna, and Darcy: My God, my sister-in-law (wife) is so kind that she almost cried for these farmers.
Margaret: I feel sleepy in spring, tired in summer and good at sleeping in winter. I am so sleepy that tears are coming out.
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This is such a beautiful misunderstanding.
After the snow stopped, the farmers who learned the news were ecstatic, and tears of joy flowed down their weather-beaten faces.
I thought some people would not be able to survive this winter again.
Young Hant ran home excitedly and told his mother the good news. His mother had not eaten for two days in order to save some food for her younger brothers and sisters.
Grace curled up in bed. Her husband died in an accident this summer, and she herself was in poor health. The family was supported by her eldest son Hant.
Originally, the family was able to get by, but unfortunately this year the heavy snow came too early, they didn't buy enough firewood, and there was a shortage of food.
In order not to become a burden to her children, she decided to end her life. A bitter smile appeared on her face, and she didn't know whether she was going to hell or heaven.
"Mom, Mom!" Hant opened the door breathlessly and said excitedly, "Eat some food quickly so that you can have the strength to go up the mountain to hunt."
"What do you mean?"
"The Earl has opened up the right to use the forest for a period of time this year. As long as we don't damage the forest, we can reasonably cut down trees, catch some fish, pick up some small animals, etc."
"Really?" Grace sat up excitedly, praising the Virgin Mary and God, their family had a chance to survive again.
When people knew that it was the princess who persuaded the earl to do this good deed, they spontaneously prayed for Margaret and the baby in her belly every day, and the princess's kind and compassionate royal image also spread in the surrounding area.
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