Chapter 64 The Princess Who Was Cannon Fodder in the Danmei Novel 14
Darcy looked at his sister in amazement as she followed the princess like a little tail. She was always shy and timid, and from time to time she raised her head and looked at the princess with admiration.
He hadn't seen his sister's lively expression for a long time since his mother's death. And with the passing of his father, Georgeanna became even more silent and rarely communicated with him.
After lunch, Margaret looked at the hot sunshine outside and didn't want to go out. She turned her head to look at the owner who had been silently accompanying them in the living room, and asked in an exclamatory tone: "Dear Mr. Darcy, may I have the honor to invite you to accompany me to visit the manor?"
Before he could answer, Darcy saw George Anna stand up rashly, her eyes seemed to be filled with stars, and she said enthusiastically: "I...I...I can accompany the princess. I am also very familiar with the manor."
Darcy was silent for a moment, holding back the words he was about to say. What was going on? The biggest obstacle that prevented him from developing a relationship with the princess was actually George and Anna?!
Mrs. Reynolds, who was watching from the sidelines, saw her young lady become a very bright light bulb without realizing it. Her brain was working rapidly. She smiled and bowed to everyone, then looked at George Anna and said, "Miss, I'm afraid this is not what you want. Miss Anne sent a letter today. You have to go and read it and reply to it."
George Anna looked at the housekeeper in confusion as he kept looking at her. She seemed to understand something. She glanced at her brother who was not far away with a sullen face. Her face gradually turned red and she stammered:
"Yes, I still have to write back to Anne. Princess, I'm afraid I can't accompany you. I'd better let my brother do it for you!"
Looking at the little girl's fleeing back, Margaret covered the corners of her wildly raised mouth with a folding fan, then walked lightly to Darcy's side, stretched out her arm, and raised her eyebrows slightly.
"Let's go, Mr. Darcy! Don't let Georgiana down!"
Under her meaningful gaze, Darcy's ears turned red. He coughed and took the princess' arm. They were both engaged, so he had to take on the responsibility of a fiancé.
Tini waved away the servants and followed alone at a distance, giving the two of them some space alone while ensuring that the princess would not be out of her sight.
Feeling the warmth coming from the crook of his arm, Darcy forced his gaze away from the delicate face of the person beside him and introduced her to the collections and rooms in the mansion in a low voice.
When passing an empty room at the corner of the second floor, Margaret asked with interest: "What is this room used for?"
Darcy thought for a moment, and said hesitantly: "It seems to have been a guest room before, but Mrs. Reynolds wanted to rearrange it as your dressing room."
"No, no." Margaret let go of his arm and looked around with interest. There was an old-fashioned fireplace in the room, and through the window, the beautiful scenery of the mountains and forests could be seen.
She turned around with an excited tone: "What do you think about designing this room as a future playroom for the children?"
Darcy was mesmerized by those purple eyes and was unable to react for a moment. When his brain received the message, he was dumbfounded: "Wha...what?"
"I say, how about designing this room as a playroom for the children in the future?" Margaret tapped the window sill. "You can put a thick blanket in the middle of the room, design a large cabinet in the corner to put their toys, and put a small tea table by the window. If they get tired of playing, they can eat some cakes and look at the scenery outside the window."
As she spoke, the blush on Darcy's face gradually faded away, and he was immersed in the picture created by the princess: a warm room, one or several babies, and a beautiful and dignified wife, creating an attractive and warm scene.
A sudden heat welled up in his eyes, he lowered his head hastily and blinked, but his throat seemed to be clogged with cotton, making him unable to speak for a moment.
"What do you think of my idea?" After waiting for a long time without any response, Margaret poked the young man who was thinking with his head down with her folding fan. No matter what the idea was, at least say something.
"Very good, Princess, your idea is very good." You are also very good. Swallowing the second half of the sentence, Darcy stared at the beauty in front of him with a passionate gaze. The look he gave her was no longer respectful and distant, but mixed with gratitude, affection and a little bit of indescribable possession.
Why was he looking at her like this all of a sudden? Margaret fanned herself lightly with the ivory fan in her hand, and she felt as if the air had suddenly become sticky.
Afterwards, the two of them still walked around the room arm in arm, seemingly no different from before. However, as a person who had experienced this before, Mrs. Reynolds could immediately sense the atmosphere between the two of them that no outsider could mix with.
I think back then, she and her husband were also so sticky.
Thinking of the past, her face turned red, and she looked around. Fortunately, no one noticed her embarrassment just now.
She smoothed her tidy hair and straightened her back, looking like the serious and responsible housekeeper Reynolds again.
In the days that followed at Pemberley, Margaret lived a very happy life. There were no blind flies buzzing around her, and she and a few other girls enjoyed the pastoral beauty of the manor.
Today, several ladies decided to go fishing in the river west of the manor and have a picnic in the nearby woods.
So, Darcy and Bingley were the only ones left in the house, looking at each other in bewilderment.
Benley sat casually on the sofa. It was very hard for him to maintain his image in front of the princess during this period.
Mrs. Reynolds served the two gentlemen a glass or two of wine, and told them to relax as there were no ladies around.
Carefully savoring the taste on his tongue, Bentley looked at his friend who was still standing tall with envy: "Darcy, you guys are really lucky!"
Shaking the wine glass in his hand, Darcy took a sip of the wine. After the slightly sour stimulation, a unique refreshing feeling appeared on the tip of his tongue.
His serious face relaxed slightly, and when he thought about the past few days and work, the uncontrollable sweetness turned into a slight curl at the corners of his mouth.
Darcy was already drunk before he even started drinking.
I originally thought that Princess Marigat and I would keep our distance from each other after marriage and live our own lives, and I was just a tool for her to deal with the Queen's forced marriage.
Unexpectedly, the princess was willing to integrate into his life, and the smile in his eyes became softer and softer, and he even considered his future children.
Looking at his friend's worthless look of falling in love, Benley gritted his teeth and drank the wine in his glass in hatred.
Why is he so desperate as to seek excitement here?
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