Chapter 106 Sowing the Seed "Please give me six days, and I will prove myself..."
The next morning, Andra opened his eyes along with the sun.
She sniffed twice, and her cheeks instantly turned red.
The little princess of Norlana lay in her arms, smelling even better than sunshine and citrus.
"Ugh..." Eleanor fluttered her eyelashes and slowly opened her eyes. Like a kitten, she nuzzled against her shoulder and stretched out a hand from under the warm blankets.
"Good morning, let's get up quickly, mmm..."
Andra almost said, "Let's sleep a little longer," but she immediately remembered that the princess had been unconscious for two days, so she took Eleanor's shoulder and helped her get out of bed slowly.
They had barely stood still when the servants, led by Coral, filed in through the doorway.
A washbasin, a cloth, a kettle, a comb, a change of clothes... The person carrying the breakfast tray placed the food on the small table in the outer room first, almost knocking it over because of Coral's scream.
"Your Highness?!"
Coral shooed away the servants behind her like quails, then quickly closed the door and turned to approach the two children step by step.
"Your Highness Andra, please explain why you are here?!"
Coral's expression was unpleasant, and Andra instantly broke out in a light sweat.
She didn't think much when she climbed through the window yesterday; she just found an opportunity to lure people away and jumped in.
I was thinking of leaving as soon as I could make sure the princess was alright, but who knew I would end up staying in bed all night?
The faint fragrance of the little princess still lingered in her nostrils as she shyly avoided the sharp gaze of the noble servants.
However, no matter what, it wouldn't be right to let the little princess bear this blame.
Andra quickly weighed the potential gains and losses of admitting his mistake, and his eyes flickered as he prepared to speak.
Just before she took a step, the princess suddenly grabbed her arm and stood in front of her.
"I was the one who made her stay."
Eleanor's eyes were clear, and her complexion looked more vibrant.
She looked at Coral shyly and said, "I woke up in the middle of the night yesterday and was a little afraid of the dark. When I opened the window, I saw Andra passing by, so I... asked her to come and keep me company."
That reason makes sense.
But Coral looked at the princess, who was half-lying on Andra and staggering after taking a few steps, and wanted to ask: "Were you really able to walk to the window by yourself last night?"
If they had that energy, they could have just called out to the women outside the door.
She didn't expose the princess's little lie, sighed, let the servants in, and continued to help the little princess with her grooming.
Andra intended to leave quietly, but Eleanor took her right hand, and the two of them, one supporting the other, walked to the front of the stage and sat down.
"Let's draw the curtains first."
The little princess's voice was weak, and the servants obediently lowered the curtains. Only a few rays of sunlight filtered through the gauze, casting a dim, yellowish light in the room.
The young man, unable to free his hand, used the other to support himself on the dressing table and glanced sideways.
Eleanor sat gracefully before the bronze mirror, strands of her dark hair entwined around the smooth teeth of the comb, flowing gently like a tranquil stream.
Rustle, rustle.
The tranquil atmosphere intertwined with the girl's beautiful scent, flowing into countless moments of heart-fluttering excitement.
"coral."
"yes."
Her Highness spoke in a very soothing voice.
While Andra felt comfortable, a question arose: the little princess from a few days ago didn't seem like this.
She is very shy and I heard she is also frail and sickly, but... how could she have such a peculiar temperament?
*Slap*
The princess's small hand grasped her ring finger, then her little finger, holding it gently yet firmly in her palm.
The princess from the grasslands was ultimately too young; she couldn't yet see through the colors etched by the passage of time, and soon, comforted by this touching sentiment, she put her doubts aside.
Coral carefully combed the little princess's hair, strand by strand.
The girl was still young, so she simply let her long hair fall naturally, only using a hair tie to gather up the stray hairs on her forehead.
"Your Highness, please have your meal first. How is your appetite? Today's dishes are all easy-to-eat soups."
Coral gently persuaded her, and the servants brought a warm bowl of soup to a small, easily movable table so that the princess could enjoy it while sitting in bed if she was unwell.
The flavors of beans and sweet fruit blend together, along with a rich milky aroma.
Andra kept studying Eleanor's expression.
The little princess's eyelashes trembled, and a teardrop appeared.
She lowered her head gently, sipped some soup from the spoon, and said in a very soft voice, "Coral, from now on, Andra will be my guardian knight."
Coral's hand holding the spoon trembled slightly, but she quickly regained her composure, preventing even a drop of soup from splashing onto the princess's skirt.
"Yes, Your Highness. I will pass on the message to your head guard after the meal."
Neither Coral nor the others objected to the little princess's decision; they calmly accepted the order.
"Hmm." Eleanor took another sip of bean soup, glancing at the dazed boy beside her as the servant wiped his mouth.
"Andra, you're still going to practice your sword, right? This is a good opportunity to go outside and get to know Manju and the others.
"Okay!" Andra nodded subconsciously.
She had just drawn the curtains when she saw Manzhu's back. The guard who had been following the little princess was clearly an opportunist aiming for the position of prince.
Before yesterday, Andra's mind would have been filled with scheming ways to get rid of enemies, win over more friends, and please the princess. But from yesterday to today, as long as she stays by the princess's side, she can only see Eleanor.
Despite being such a young girl, a magical and incomparably beautiful flower bloomed in her heart.
Eleanor seemed like she could vanish in the wind at any moment, yet lingered in the world because of some inexplicable attachment. It was precisely this fragile yet strong feeling that moved her the most.
Andra straightened up, and the girl's fingers loosened, but before they completely loosened, she gently twitched her palm, revealing a beautiful smile.
See you tonight.
"Okay, see you tonight!"
A feeling of joy welled up inside him, and the young man couldn't help but look back as he reached the door. Her eyes shone like stars, and she disappeared into the distance at the end of the porch.
Eleanor watched her go with a smile.
"Coral, I need your help with something. Please have Heidi bring some paper and pen first."
"yes."
Coral put the comb back in the box, and when she turned around, the little princess's smile had vanished.
Eleanor sat down quietly at the table and took a deep breath.
Her actions just now seemed to have exhausted her, but she still had to say something afterward.
“I need you—or Manju—to go to the slave market in the suburbs and help me buy some slaves.”
She would pause for a long time after each sentence. "I will write down some names for you; they must buy them all."
"Phew~ Also, although we can't buy the entire legion at once, we still need to talk to Scarface and get her to..."
Eleanor's face turned pale. She waved her hand, and Coral immediately understood, urging Heidi outside, "Go quickly and get some paper and a pen!"
After a while, Eleanor regained color in her pale cheeks.
She began to adjust to the flashes of light in her eyes, the sounds that were sometimes loud, sometimes soft, sometimes near, and sometimes far, and the overwhelming amount of information.
Perhaps this body is stronger than she imagined.
Heidi quickly brought over the parchment scroll and quill pen.
Eleanor picked up her pen and began to write quietly in the quiet environment.
She dipped her brush in ink and quickly wrote line after line before handing the entire plan to Coral.
"Time is of the essence, so please do as instructed. If it is too difficult, please have your family members work together."
"yes."
Coral took the parchment, unfolded it, and examined it carefully from top to bottom.
She first noticed the delicate handwriting: it was almost impossible for the little princess to write so neatly at such a fast pace, and she also couldn't recognize so many obscure characters.
Coral suppressed her unease and continued reading.
The next part lists more than twenty names, two of which are circled in red to indicate that they must be purchased.
The princess made meticulous arrangements for Scarface, even writing down how to speak to her and what benefits to exchange for her.
In short, Princess Eleanor believed that a group of slaves was about to rebel, and she planned to dismantle it before that happened by carefully selecting its leaders.
At the same time, Her Highness also hopes to establish a cooperative relationship with Scarface, intending to gradually acquire the slave army and subsequent trade channels.
Coral's gaze wavered so much that Eleanor turned around and looked at her with her clear, amber eyes.
No need to be nervous, because it is...
"Apocalypse".
The little princess raised her hand and pressed it to her forehead, her voice calm.
“Your Highness…” Coral’s eyes flickered, but just as Eleanor knew, she finally bit her lip and nodded hard, ready to accept all this incredible stuff.
"Thank you." Eleanor smiled with relief, then used the chair to stand up.
Coral quickly stepped forward and supported the swaying princess. Just as she was about to say a few words of advice, she heard Eleanor's voice ring out again.
"Please help me practice walking in the hallway."
She gently squeezed Coral's hand back. "I'm going to see my mother this afternoon."
......
The pain, the excruciating pain, never ceased.
The handsome young man with black hair leaned against the couch, his expression serious as if he were contemplating some momentous national matter.
Of course not, it's just pain, endless pain.
"Don't forget me." Her lover, like a venomous snake, coiled around her neck, chuckling softly.
The scene shifts in an instant, and the queen she once deeply loved, stubbornly shedding tears, grits her teeth and says, "All you need is me!"
"Why? Why, Eva? Shouldn't unfaithful people be punished?"
"......"
A chilling killing intent spread through his sweat.
She wanted to scream, to argue back, but her throat was being choked so tightly—so tightly!
The king's terrifying expression frightened the queen so much that she cowered on the edge of the couch, trembling.
The servants outside the door dared not announce it loudly, but watched as the audacious little princess passed through the curtain like a ghost and walked past.
Why.
The little child stood before his mother and let out a mature sigh.
What profound pain.
Looking back now, how much torment did Eva endure for so many years, given her strong physique and the toxins?
The little princess sat in the gap of the robe, her little head gently resting on Eva's strong thigh.
The furry touch made Wang open his eyes instantly, his golden amber eyes suddenly lighting up.
Ah, it's Eleanor.
Seeing his daughter, whom he still doted on, Wang relaxed his clenched fists.
Before she could unleash her morning grumpiness, her younger daughter pressed down on her knees and gracefully propped herself up.
"Mother, you must be in a lot of pain."
Looking at Eleanor's calm and unwavering eyes, Eva's first thought was that she had misheard.
She knew her youngest daughter had been sleeping fitfully for the past two days, and she had even gone to check on her. Her daughter was probably thinking: "Mother, is she in a lot of pain?"
The little child whispered in her ear, "I will ease your pain, all I need is for you to grant me the right to recruit doctors."
The girl's voice had an intoxicating magic, but Eva, who had been immersed in alcohol for a long time, was not easily bewitched by her.
The sight of her daughter's innocent face overlapping with someone who could never possibly resemble her gave her goosebumps.
"Really? I didn't know you found a witch doctor teacher and started hanging out with this group of people."
Eva nonchalantly reached for the golden cup beside the couch, but Eleanor had already seen through her feigned panic.
Even someone like a mother can easily feign strength.
“I will indeed bring in some people who are witch doctors to you.”
The girl pressed down on the golden cup, her entire body tilting unsteadily: "Please give me six days, and I will prove that I have accepted... the apocalypse."
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Author's note: Eleanor: Time is about to accelerate.
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