Chapter 57 The Princess Who Was Cannon Fodder in the Danmei Novel 7
As soon as Darcy returned to his residence in London by carriage, the servant inside handed him an exquisitely crafted invitation.
He took the invitation letter and kept walking, casually asking the servant beside him: "Is there anyone coming today? Which noble family invited me to the banquet?"
"It's an invitation from a close confidant of Mrs. Philip. He invites you to go quietly to the Birch Inn on Shaftesbury Street tomorrow." The servant looked a little puzzled. "He said that someone will take you to where you should go."
Darcy stopped and opened the invitation letter, which simply said that Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy was cordially invited to attend the Birchwood Salon, and the signature was the Marquis Philip.
His thick eyebrows wrinkled. Mrs. Philip's reputation was almost known to everyone in London's upper class. It was said that she particularly liked to find some handsome young men as lovers during the London social season, and the Marquis himself was very indulgent in this matter. Was he being targeted?
Staring at his own figure and appearance in the mirror, Darcy was a little puzzled. He and this lady had previously hunted for different styles of women. Could it be that this lady wanted to change her taste?
His father passed away due to illness last spring. After taking care of his father's funeral, he has been busy and exhausted this year. It was not until the beginning of this year that he sorted out the family assets and some of his father's investments.
This time he came to London, he mainly inspected the family's industries, and basically did not attend any banquets for the nobility. Only last time, when Rose Manor invited young talents from the upper middle class to attend the banquet, he was dragged by the curious Benley to see the world. Could it be that he was noticed by Mrs. Philip that time?
He doesn't have the time and energy to play lover games with these noble ladies. If this was just a private invitation from Mrs. Philip, he wouldn't have to worry so much and could just not show up.
However, this invitation letter was stamped with the official seal of Marquis Philip, so it was a formal invitation and I had to go.
Darcy rubbed his black hair in distress. Forget it. There was no point in thinking about it. He put the invitation letter on the bookshelf and would deal with it when he met Mrs. Philip.
The next day, Darcy dressed himself up to look solemn and serious. He nodded to himself in the mirror with satisfaction, because the lady liked boys with blond hair as slender as an elf.
We took a carriage and followed the instructions to the Birch Tavern. As soon as we arrived at the door, a waiter in a brown windbreaker came over with a smile on his face: "Is this Mr. Darcy?"
He nodded without saying a word, his expression full of arrogance.
Today he is going to show off his dull and arrogant personality to the fullest.
The attendant, still smiling, led the way. "Then please follow me. A noble has been waiting for you for a long time."
After walking with the servant in the winding alley for a while, Darcy looked at the private mansion in front of him and felt uneasy. What should he do? Could it be that Mrs. Philip had decided to keep her mistress in a secret house?
Just as he was about to ask something, he turned around and found that the servant had disappeared. He wandered in front of the mansion for a while, calmed down, and knocked on the door with the invitation.
A serious-looking butler took the invitation from him and squinted his eyes as he looked at him carefully.
Darcy remained calm while being stared at, but he was wondering in his heart, is the Marquis going to send someone to remember that he cheated on him, and is preparing to take revenge in private?
Thinking of this, he became more determined to refuse.
Once you enter, the scenery inside is a world of its own, with blooming flowers, green grass and lush trees.
Darcy followed a beautiful maid and walked east along the garden. There was an elegant pavilion beside the green rippling pool. Soon, he saw a lady with a beautiful figure sitting with her back to him, her waist-length golden hair shining in the sun.
Huh? Darcy frowned in confusion. Didn't Mrs. Phillips have dazzling red hair? Why did this...
As if sensing his gaze, the lady in the pavilion looked over here. Looking at those light purple eyes, he stopped in shock and murmured in a hoarse voice: "Princess Marigold..."
Looking at the dumbfounded person, Margaret raised her eyebrows in amusement. She vaguely remembered that the protagonist of "Pride and Prejudice" was a sharp-tongued and arrogant man. The man in front of her still looked immature. Although he tried hard to keep a straight face, she could still see his panic in his eyes.
"Fitzwilliam Darcy?"
"Yes, Your Highness." Darcy tried to calm himself down so that he could answer the question of the person in front of him.
Margaret smiled with a mischievous look, teasing the immature male protagonist: "Guess why I asked you to come here today?"
After taking a look at the princess, Darcy suppressed his pounding heart, lowered his eyes, and dared not look at that heart-warming face again.
He shook his head honestly. The moment he saw the princess, all his previous assumptions were overturned. After all, for the noble princess, as long as she wanted, there would be countless young men who would come forward to be her lover.
"I'm sure you've heard a lot of rumors about me recently." Margaret picked up a rose and sniffed it. Her delicate profile was even more charming than the rose next to it.
She said bluntly: "I need a husband. And you are the one I have chosen." (One of them).
Darcy raised his head in a daze, his mind was in a mess and he felt dizzy and had no idea where he was.
It seemed like a long time had passed before he gradually came to his senses and finally understood the princess's simple words.
"But, but, you have absolutely better choices, I don't understand..." He finally found his voice.
"You are right." Margaret confirmed his unfinished words, "If I want, I can choose any young nobleman from the upper class in London."
"You have an advantage. First, I don't want to get involved in political turmoil, so I don't want to marry into an old noble family."
"Second, you are very clean, both physically and mentally." Margaret chuckled at the young man's blank look. "You have never had any emotional experience, have you? In any aspect."
Darcy's face turned red and he paced back and forth uncomfortably. He wanted to say something, but the shame in his heart made it difficult for him to open his mouth, so he could only nod mechanically.
He is 23 years old this year, and he should have had some experience as an adult. However, his father's health gradually deteriorated in the past few years, and he was strictly trained by his father to take over the family business. After his father passed away, he was even more tired of receiving those profit-oriented partners. After a year of integration, he managed to keep the family business from shrinking.
He has neither the time nor the energy to think about personal problems.
Darcy seemed to be in a dream during the following conversation. The princess' voice seemed to come from far away in the air, making his head dizzy.
When he returned to his residence in a daze, he only remembered that the princess finally told him to give him three days to think about it. If he had made up his mind, he could hand in his answer to the housekeeper in the private residence after three days.
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