Chapter 70 Farewell: The little princess's words were like fine raindrops, the sky...
As the sunlight warms, flowers bloom.
The little princess's words were like fine raindrops, leaving no trace after the sun came out.
She and Andra remain a sweet couple, their perfect harmony is the envy of many.
Her Highness did not make any suspicious moves; she still allowed Andra to command all the troops and to handle diplomacy in the manner of a prince.
The phrase "It's time to kill Andra" and the specific plan have been handed over to three trusted confidants.
Aside from Manzhu, Jingji, and Shanhu themselves, the princess made no further explicit or implicit suggestions, nor did she secretly provide any assistance. She acted as if she knew nothing about the matter and left it to them to prepare on their own.
This is strange, because His Highness has always been very responsible and even upright in other matters.
Will Eleanor really drown Andra in the sea of Baelai as she says? Would she really be willing to do that?
Doubts continued to loom over Manju and Coral.
They watched helplessly as Eleanor and Andra kissed and joked every day, playing around like two kittens from the same litter, and even sleeping together at night.
That's acting? That doesn't look like acting.
As the two of them walked hand in hand across the corridor, the long bridge, and the rolling lawn, the others in the scene paled in comparison.
Eleanor wanted to kill Andra?
Anyone who dares to say those words to Andra will face certain death.
......
As the days passed, the fields were adorned with beautiful lace, the craftsmen hammered in the last nail, and the princess's caravan set off.
At first glance, the carriages did not appear luxurious, except for the one the princess rode in, which was slightly more refined; from a distance, the difference was not noticeable.
But no one could underestimate the carriages that came from Enlin: as early as two or three years ago, Enlin carriages were being promoted as a popular product through the post stations.
The wheels and bearings of the Enlin carriage have a special design that greatly enhances shock absorption. Anyone who has experienced the Enlin carriage can never go back to the old horse-drawn carriage; they have had enough of the bumpy ride that could make their bottoms crack.
So, for the sake of their waists, hips, and social standing, nobles spent lavishly to order Enlin carriages, lest others think they were out of fashion and bankrupt.
Besides the carriages, the horses in the caravan were also quite spirited.
When the little princess first arrived in Enlin, she took a liking to a valley. She handed the map to Andra, pointed to the area, and said, "I want to raise horses there."
The following year, she built a horse farm there.
Naturally, among the scholars recruited by the little princess happened to be experts in horse breeding for generations, and the people from the Marigold Merchant Guild happened to meet foreigners who were secretly selling fine horses somewhere. Thus, the horse farm was built in a lively and bustling manner.
The news quickly reached the king's ears.
Eva didn't play dead as usual; instead, she sent a letter to her daughter questioning her.
You are raising horses.
Horses and cavalry are strongly linked; Enlin's hundreds of fine horses could transform at any moment into thousands of cavalrymen charging out at a crucial moment.
Eva's words contained neither scolding nor demanding, yet it was as if she had said everything.
Yes, Mother.
Eleanor wanted to just reply like that, but she patiently continued writing.
[Rest assured, I will sell them in a few years. At the latest, in 15 years, these horses and the proceeds will belong to Nolana. We must deal with the threat from [the enemy/organization].]
She didn't specify what threat she was fighting, just as she no longer confided her determination to kill Andra to anyone—not even Coral or Manju.
The number of rollbacks is extremely precious.
Eleanor had no desire to waste an attempt to test whether her three confidants and friends would betray her; she couldn't afford to test them.
The maximum rollback period is six days. If Andra remains inactive for six days and then suddenly launches an attack on the seventh day, the entire petal will be ruined.
...She can't just grovel and beg for mercy at the end, otherwise the little princess who wakes up in the next life will most likely be mentally ill.
and......
She sat in the carriage and looked back. Coral, who had just gotten off, had a furrowed brow and seemed to be thinking about something. It seemed that the killings scheduled for the next few days had brought her tremendous psychological pressure.
Human hearts are complex.
The same person may make different decisions at different times for some minor reasons.
If the fluctuations in the world lines are frequent and large enough, even a lifelong loyal partner may completely turn away on a certain line.
She also remembered that Coral praised Andrado in both his first and second incarnations.
For Coral, the best way out for her little princess is to marry a powerful princess—and Andra is undoubtedly powerful enough.
Coral might now think her actions were wrong and would prefer things to go back to the original plan of "Eleanor marrying Andra and living happily ever after".
Of course, all of this is just speculation, but as the only one who has all the memories, she must hold all the threads firmly in her own hands.
The lead convoy set off in an orderly fashion; they had arranged all the details for Enlin several days in advance.
The caravan's route would pass through several major city-states of Norlana, and then proceed by waterway to Belé.
Coral had advised that, as a princess of Norlana, it was polite to present a parchment to the King of Belai before entering the Belai border. Ideally, the King of Norlana should write a letter of credence, allowing her to travel in a diplomatic capacity.
Eleanor shook her head and said, "We're going to Belai to see the scenery, we might not bother the king... It's not too late to submit it after we enter the capital, Feli."
She certainly needed to devise a flexible plan, because she was completely clueless about the current situation in Belle and had to be prepared to turn around and leave at any time.
The first-generation Baelai was a tough nut to crack, and Andra's easy victory was actually based on the strong military force under her command and the years of hard work of Eleanor and the shipwrights.
The first generation of Belial was shattered by war; their nobles were either dead or in hiding, and the royal family was like frightened birds, burying their heads in the sand after sacrificing a princess from a collateral branch.
No one stepped forward to shout the slogan of "reclaiming" the country, so naturally no one emphasized Belai's glorious history to the rulers.
Moreover, Eleanor thought some of Belle's policies were utter nonsense and that she would discard them if possible after acquiring them.
The former Belé was merely a minor detail behind Andra's sword; she had no need to concern herself with the dead nobles and the dying royals.
But this life is different. She only has a few hundred carefully selected guards by her side, and her main purpose in going to Belai is no longer to defeat it in one battle, but to kill Andra.
Therefore, we must first pay attention to the situation in Belgrade, lest we assassinate Andra and then get caught up in some political struggle in Belgrade, only to be killed by someone else... that would be too ridiculous.
......
The bell swayed in the wind; the tongue inside had been completely removed, and only beautiful light and shadow flickered as it swayed.
After a month-long journey, the convoy finally arrived at the border between Nolana and Belé.
The scenery here is completely different from that of the Hetuya border region. There are no deserts or grasslands, and the air is filled with a moist atmosphere. Green plants fill the view, resembling an endless oil painting under the clear sky.
Clack! The carriage stopped, the door suddenly opened, and a pair of hands reached in.
"Come on." Andra's figure appeared before them.
Eleanor instinctively reached out, and her wrist was grabbed, drawing her into a tight embrace.
Tents came into view as they spun around; this meadow was the spot everyone had chosen to camp for the day.
The setting sun painted the clouds with a magnificent golden-red hue, like Andra's flowing hair.
The handsome young man carried the princess as they ran across the lawn, heading straight into a vast expanse of blooming flowers.
“Eleanor, look!” Andra’s eyes sparkled as she laid the girl in her arms gently among clusters of pale pink flowers.
Eleanor's black hair swirls and spreads out, adorned with pink, light purple, and light blue wildflowers of various sizes, outlining her graceful figure.
The moon-white skirt slowly unfolds, transforming into a lily that outshines all other flowers and blooms most vibrantly.
"you are so Beautiful."
Andra couldn't help but lean down and plant a passionate kiss on her lover's face.
Her blood flowed from her heart in all directions until it reached her palms, which were burning hot.
She couldn't help but steal glances at Eleanor between passionate kisses.
The girl's eyes flickered with emotion, but that glimmer of light burned her nerves like wildfire, and the hand that was caressing the fabric stopped abruptly.
What was I just about to do?
Andra gritted her teeth in annoyance. It wasn't even dark yet! Her mind seemed a little off; she was being swept up by an unusual emotion that made her want to do something dangerous to Eleanor.
She quickly grabbed her left hand with her right, rolled over, and lay down on the grass with the princess.
Their intimate embrace transformed into a pure, reclining position.
She leaned against Eleanor's shoulder so that more of the princess's hair would cover her.
“Eleanor.” Andra turned her head, her lips brushing lightly against her lover’s earlobe. “Let’s get married in two years.”
As soon as she said it, she smiled helplessly: This wasn't the original plan.
She had her eye on Princess Shang from the very beginning when she went to Norlana, and the sooner the marriage was realized, the better.
At that time, she didn't know what Eleanor looked like or what her personality was; she only had the concept of "Princess Norlana".
If Princess Nolana isn't too unpleasant, I'd better marry her when she's 16.
The agreed-upon marriage age in Norlana is generally 16-20 years old. Once she successfully marries a princess of Norlana, she can openly use her status as a prince to carry out various activities.
She couldn't wait for Agunau's natural death; 20 years was the final deadline Andra had vaguely set in her mind.
She must conquer a country within 20 years, whether it's Hertuya or Nolana!
But later... Andra held Eleanor's soft little hand, feeling the warmth and excitement of their skin touching.
Love, an irrepressible love, welled up in my heart.
She wanted to give Eleanor the best of everything; she didn't want things to be so messy and rushed.
She got married at 16... so what could she offer Eleanor?
Hertuya certainly wouldn't be willing to offer much in betrothal gifts; all she could offer was the money she'd earned with Eleanor over the years... What was that?
In this way, Eleanor would definitely have to pay for the wedding herself. The Marigold Merchant Guild and the nearby nobles would want to save face, so they would definitely present the little princess with lavish gifts and maintain a luxurious atmosphere.
But those were too rudimentary!
She did not wish to marry Eleanor as a prince.
Her first wedding with her beloved should be witnessed by the entire nation and sincerely blessed by priests of major temples under the watchful eyes of the gods.
I want to marry you as the King of Hetuya.
She looked at Eleanor's serene face, but her eyes burned with fierce ambition.
But the flames of ambition cannot burn away the helplessness of reality.
Her romantic notion was overshadowed by an even more urgent desire, which led her to set a two-year deadline.
Twenty years? No, she couldn't accept even ten more years.
It's too late, it's really too late.
She has been by Eleanor's side for the past six years.
Andra always walked ahead of others; her steps were faster and more determined. She always managed to win and become the only alpha wolf in the pack.
But Eleanor was different; she was completely different from everyone else, from herself.
Eleanor's eyes seemed to see the future, and miracles bloomed wherever she went.
Will I be left behind by Eleanor?
Andra sometimes felt a slight fear. She wanted to face her heart, to fully embrace and possess Eleanor, and to spread her wings with her and fly together toward a bright future.
She has many, many wishes, even setting those aside—
As Andra gazed at Eleanor's beautiful curves, her cheeks suddenly flushed.
She closed her eyes, unable to look any longer: Even if I had to abandon all my ambitions, I still wanted to go to the sea of flowers with you.
Snap.
Eleanor suddenly raised her finger and flicked her lips.
"Okay, wipe your mouth."
"......"
They lay on their backs in the middle of the sunset, surrounded by complete silence.
Eleanor stared silently at the sky, the area around her seemingly turning into a blank space, replaced by the past Andra... and her past self.
"Eleanor, over here!"
The handsome young man smiled shyly under the moonlight. She took his hand, and their hearts pounded. Even their kisses missed their mark.
"Keep your voice down... Are you sure there's no one else here?"
"I'm sure. Hmm, come a little more, my princess..."
They rolled into the dew-covered grass, laughing and joking, entrusting each other with their love.
There was no hesitation in Andra's golden eyes, and neither was she; they were single-minded.
......
The silence will eventually pass; in reality, there are no chirping insects, nor do young lovers explore each other meticulously.
They lay on their backs on the grass, gazing at the sunset as it gradually faded, the crystal-like sky changing from golden red to a mottled deep blue.
Just when Andra thought Eleanor wouldn't answer the question, the little princess made a soft sound.
"OK."
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Author's note: As I wrote this chapter, I could fully feel the immense pressure that Manju and Coral were under.
"You...are you serious?" [Splitting]
In their eyes, Eleanor and Andra were always sweet and loving, following the path of lovers from their first life.
Eleanor on the first day: I'm going to kill Andra, you guys take note.
Eleanor in the sixth year: Alright, it's time to get started. Take notes.
Manju and coral: [Cracked]
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