Chapter 146 The Happy King These wines couldn't intoxicate her, but she let herself go...
No matter how interesting something is, it becomes boring if you do it too many times.
Andra drank a lot of alcohol early in the morning.
The wine couldn't get her drunk, but she let herself wander aimlessly into the mountains.
Instead of using a bow and arrow, he casually drew his longsword and began chasing after a wild deer.
She killed the deer and then brought her lips to the neck of her prey to drink its blood.
Why do this?
She wouldn't consider that much.
Historically, kings could do all sorts of absurd things, but she simply hunted a deer in a good mood—how restrained and wise she was!
As dusk fell, Andra staggered down the mountain.
She vaguely recalled her agreement with the nobles, and a sense of curiosity arose in her heart.
What kind of queen will this group of mediocre people choose? Perhaps... the perfect lover really does exist?
Hahaha.
She chuckled softly: Interesting, at least tonight will be more interesting than the hunt.
Andra took a deep breath and turned her head toward the Sky Garden: she knew this place all too well.
She crossed the nearby long bridge countless times during her childhood.
Because the training grounds were nearby, she would play around with Mysella there, as long as they were careful not to damage Eva's roses.
Crack.
Andra suddenly stopped in his tracks.
She looked towards the garden in surprise, where a young girl stood in the dim light, waiting for her... return.
Thump, thump thump.
My heart seemed to beat a beat faster than usual.
She couldn't help but start walking again, quickening her pace, as if a name that didn't exist was about to emerge.
The girl's figure drew closer and closer; her long hair cascaded down her back, her silhouette was graceful and beautiful...
Andra slowed her pace.
The girl turned around, and it was indeed a very, very beautiful face.
Wang gazed at the girl's exquisite face, a perfect creation sculpted by the gods.
There will never be a more beautiful face—at least not in human imagination.
The girl nervously fidgeted with her skirt before quickly letting it fall, striking the elegant pose that many teachers had repeatedly taught her.
She dared not look closely at the king's face, where traces of deer blood still lingered.
But the teacher's earnest teachings still echoed in my ears: "You have to be interesting enough, you don't want the king to get tired of you... She only loves courageous girls."
So she strained to raise her head and greeted the king with the perfect smile she had practiced countless times.
In the instant their eyes met, it was the goddess-like beauty who was moved.
The girl had naturally seen the king's portrait and heard his legends, and knew what a powerful and domineering handsome young man he was.
She is the queen of kings, and with a casual wave of her sword she can stir up a storm, symbolizing the absolute terror of violence and true domination.
How beautiful... it is.
Is the embodiment of violence really so beautiful?
The sun's radiance was reflected in the girl's clear pupils; nothing else could be seen.
Ah, the king laughed.
Andra did smile.
The girl laughed happily and boldly reached out to hug the king's waist.
The solid feel created a sense of emptiness and satisfaction, as if Wang Yong would forever protect it under his wings.
So much so that she completely ignored that moment of stiffness and the unpleasant glance from above.
Eleanor floated by the long bridge and sighed softly: Too young.
Andra's smile just now was not pleasant at all, but rather regretful—or rather, impatient.
What is she disappointed about? Isn't she satisfied with someone so beautiful?
Rustling.
A gust of wind blew by, and Andra, in the garden, put one hand on the girl's shoulder, but her eyes glanced toward the long bridge.
There was no one there.
She chuckled listlessly: "The illusion after drinking... it really lasts."
......
Andra did not get angry; she accepted the flawless beauty and made her her queen.
The nobles were overjoyed, as if they could see a bright future for the king, who would be indulging in a life of pleasure.
But the invitation that followed almost drove him crazy.
The parchment scroll was filled with magnificent words, but in short, it boiled down to three sentences: Money, money, and more money!
The king is getting married, so you all need to contribute some money as a wedding gift.
As a loyal subject, one cannot possibly take money from the king's private treasury for the wedding.
By the way, didn't you guys say the Queen was of noble birth? Why don't you give her 5,000 gold coins to prove your strength?
This time, Andra at least didn't kill a large number of people to celebrate. The nobles gritted their teeth and agreed to a series of reasonable and unreasonable demands of hers, and began to prepare for a grand wedding.
But just as they were beginning to contact the artisans and prepare to build a new palace for the wedding, Andra sent Mysera to deliver a message.
The sycophant, who called himself "King Nolana," casually munched on fruit at the banquet, spouting nonsense: "Ha~? Are you all fools? My queen is not the kind of king who is extravagant and wasteful~ She means that if you hand over the money, she will find someone to do the job."
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Not only the nobles, but even Eleanor, who was hovering in mid-air and beating her sister's hair, had many question marks on her face.
Who are you talking about who isn't extravagant? Andra?
We don't practice thrift when we're having a party, we don't practice thrift when we're fighting a war, but now we're telling everyone to be thrifty when it's time to get married, right?
If it weren't for the detailed breakdown of the wedding bills from her previous lives, Eleanor would have actually believed it.
Amidst countless complaints and anticipation, the wedding took place as scheduled.
For reasons unknown, Andra's wedding was held in the former capital of Norlana... It seems they were too lazy to move.
Of course, the nobles were also quite good at saving face.
They somehow managed to pull out the family tree of the former Nolana royal family from some obscure corner, claiming that the new queen was a distant relative of Eva, and could be called a "Nolana princess" after rounding up. It was perfectly reasonable to hold the wedding here.
A few years ago, the capital was almost deserted, but fortunately, the convenient transportation attracted merchants and nobles, creating a bustling and prosperous scene.
The high priest of the god of kingship and war had just passed away, so they simply invited the high priest of the god of love to officiate at the king's wedding.
The nobles' expressions froze as soon as the wedding began.
What an ordinary wedding!
The flower petals were brought by the nobles themselves, and the colorful ribbons used for decoration were of very poor quality upon closer inspection, and there wasn't enough of them; they only decorated the square and the palace complex once.
As for the traditional banquet—enough to entertain the entire city for three days and three nights—the king made no preparations whatsoever.
Where exactly did Wang spend the money?!
The answer is simple: she used all the money to support her army.
As for why the king maintained so many troops, don't ask, the answer is that they had a very clever purpose.
Fortunately, the two newcomers are very good-looking.
The Queen, needless to say, is a beauty that appears only once in a thousand years. Even if she wore a burlap sack, she would still be radiant, let alone the gorgeous gowns she wore, generously sponsored by nobles, with delicate pearls swaying like waves on the hem.
And King Andra appeared wearing a full set of armor.
She rode her white horse, a smirk playing on her lips as she surveyed the surrounding crowd—a defiant gesture towards the nobles. "Look," she seemed to say, "aren't you curious where all the money went? Hehehe, look here, look here!"
The ceremony was kept simple; the Queen simply rode in a float around the city once before returning to the square.
With Mysella's help, she stepped down from the carriage, walked along the carpet of flowers to the king, took his arm, and smiled sweetly.
When they stood together, the scene was indeed pleasing to the eye.
A renowned painter was painting portraits nearby, while nobles offered applause and flowers, escorting the two back to the palace, hoping she could help the king forget the dangerous entertainment.
How long did the honeymoon period between the king and queen last?
Those who saw the queen's stunning beauty believed it would take at least half a year, while the jealous concubines whispered among themselves, claiming that the queen had fallen out of favor in just a few days.
Eleanor, who watched the wedding from the sidelines, felt...very sad the entire time.
She watched as someone who longed for happiness married someone who didn't care at all.
And watch as someone who looks very much like Andra becomes a terrifying monster.
Eleanor breathed a sigh of relief after their marriage.
Cupid didn't ask her in her mind, "Do you regret it?", because she could now understand how Andra felt when she first saw her.
"You are Eleanor, but not my Eleanor."
A person is composed of many elements, and when most of these elements are the same, two people are considered to be the same.
They are not the same.
They are different.
Andra was "infatuated" with that beauty for zero seconds.
In this life, she never met Eleanor, nor did she feel that the position of queen was anything special.
All the privileges she granted the Queen were limited to titles, allowing her to wear the Queen's crown and gowns, and granting her the authority to manage the harem.
Naturally, the queen did not manage things well.
It's not her fault. Even Eleanor would have had a hard time managing a large harem after falling ill in her previous life.
This generation's queen will have to face more covetous princesses, and she has no prestige to subdue them yet.
Andra's harem was more like a highly autonomous little tribe, where they even ate separately.
One day, Eleanor took a stroll around the palace and discovered that Andra was not allocating any funds to the palace treasury, making the concubines pay for everything themselves.
This directly resulted in some palaces being spotless and filled with expensive furniture, while palaces not far away were so dirty that there wasn't even a place to step.
She witnessed firsthand that a certain concubine only started cleaning hastily after hearing that Andra would be coming today, throwing out the cockroach-infested wardrobe and changing the sheets to the new ones sponsored by the neighbor.
She laughed very loudly at the time.
Fortunately, Andra only has eight children, so raising them shouldn't be a problem... what a joke.
No one paid attention to these children because Andra was too young.
They are destined to spend their lives in their mother's shadow, with no chance of ever being able to escape.
So apart from their mothers and ruthless ambitious individuals, no one cared about their lives.
In such a desperate court, children seemed unnecessary.
But the queen desperately wanted a child; it was a matter of dignity, and she didn't want to be ridiculed by the "favored" concubines.
She mustered her courage and, imitating the most "favored" concubine, pleaded with the king to give her a child.
She knew that Andra was especially patient with gentle and lovely girls, and she had always been—always been—gentle, hadn't she?
"I really... really want a child of ours, and I will love her dearly."
The beautiful girl wept, her sorrow seemingly overlapping with another figure.
Andra's cold eyes flickered for a moment, and Eleanor, watching from the sidelines, knew that it was a sign that she was beginning to be moved.
"Yeah..."
"Your Majesty—I beg you!" the Queen raised her voice.
There's something wrong with what he said; Andra's moved expression vanished, replaced by a hint of... anger.
She bit her lip, then gave a cold laugh. "Fine, so how are you going to please me?"
Wang Xiao's smile was dangerous; even someone who knew her completely could tell.
Eleanor paced anxiously in mid-air, desperately wanting to offer some advice to the terrified girl.
It's best not to talk back when Andra is angry... Although she likes to argue, a safer approach is to change the subject by playing cards, chess, discussing novels, or talking about aristocratic gossip.
"I--"
The queen was terrified, but her thirst for power still instinctively reminded her mentors of their teachings: "The king likes people who are full of courage."
So she gritted her teeth and said, trembling, "Everything, I can give everything!!"
It's over.
Eleanor's heart sank when she saw Andra's sudden, radiant smile.
That wasn't the expression of someone looking at a living person; it was more like staring at an interesting toy.
*Slap*
The queen looked up suddenly, and for the first time, the king took her hand and placed his soft palm in hers.
It was so hot that it scalded people's faces.
The young man smiled dashingly, revealing his sharp teeth.
"It's a deal!"
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Author's note: An Andra without Eleanor - who, having lived long enough, would become a source of amusement.
Commoners and a large number of slaves rarely see her (In this timeline, Andra conquers the world but does not defend it at all, relying on slavery to allow the nobles to govern themselves, and she is only responsible for reaping), and for the nobles, this is a strange rule, they never know why they are executed by Andra - not entirely innocent, though. Andra is very smart, prioritizing the execution of those who are incompetent and not loyal enough.
The poor queen was manipulated by Andra.jpg This beauty "luckily" crossed the line and stepped on a landmine in the dialogue of this chapter.
Eleanor's idea was correct: one should never assume anything when dealing with a stranger like Andra; one should be tactful, polite, and have something to say.
There are some things that Eleanor could do initially, and Andra liked, but if others tried to do them, they would die a terrible death...
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