Royal Consort
How did Comira know what happened to her in Simonton? Was it related to the power that the God of Light bestowed upon the royal family of West Asia?
Will the gods be resurrected one day? For some reason, this thought suddenly popped into her mind. Although it was somewhat unbelievable, after all, more than a thousand years had passed, but for the gods, more than a thousand years was not a long time.
Moreover, this is just a book, and no one knows what will happen next.
"Your Highness, we've arrived at Duke Belanovich's residence," came Dope's calm voice from outside the carriage.
Two days ago, Lorry sent Tiffany an invitation to a gathering at the Duke of Belanovic’s mansion.
The last time they met was at Tiff's succession ceremony.
There has been no contact since then, but Tiffany's spies have been keeping an eye on the Duke of Belanovic's mansion, and she knows everything they do.
This time it was over some trivial matter again.
A servant from the Duke of Belanovich's manor led Tiff to the study. Tiff was not unfamiliar with the place as Rosser's fiancée, but now she was entering the Duke of Belanovich's manor in a completely different capacity.
After leading Tiffany into the study, the servants withdrew, and Dope waited outside the door.
Tiff looked around. There was a table by the window, piled with books and scrolls. A quill pen sat on a piece of paper, and it was even leaking ink.
Ink flowed from the nib, spreading along the grain of the paper.
She stepped forward, cast a spell to stop the quill from leaking ink, and then pulled out the parchment.
It was an application to change the heir. Tiff raised an eyebrow. How did Rory manage to get Duke Belanovic to sign it for him?
Looking further down, the ink had smudged right at the signature.
The ink smudged over a relatively small area, and it was clear that a signature was on it.
Behind me came the sound of a doorknob turning and Luo Rui's voice.
“Tiff.” He was calling her name.
His face was still somewhat childish, and his hair was shorter. Three years later, Rory had grown his hair like Rosser, but it wasn't very long; he tied it up in a small tuft. His eyes were no longer as affectionate as before; only indifference remained.
He brushed aside the hair that was partially obscuring his vision; he looked exhausted. He tugged at his collar and walked toward the sofa.
"Long time no see," Tiffany smiled at him. "Lorry."
Luo Rui, her husband three years later.
After Tiffany ascended to the throne, she married Rother as her consort, and then took Lorry as her royal consort.
They were naturally unwilling to relinquish their power, but so what? After she ascended to the throne, she would certainly not allow the three major families to continue to exist.
It will also prevent them from touching power.
She married both of Belanovich's children and then chose a girl from their family to be the duke's puppet.
As for the other family, she doesn't plan to touch them for the time being due to certain transactions.
She took the parchment and slowly walked to the single sofa diagonally to Rory's side and sat down.
Then he placed the paper on the coffee table and sighed, "It's a pity, you'll have to sign it again."
Rory glanced at her briefly before looking away, seemingly unconcerned, his gaze casually sweeping over Tiffany. "I will inherit the title in January."
"Oh?" Tiffany narrowed her eyes. "How did they agree?"
“Of course I’m a better heir than him,” he said smugly, looking at Tiffany.
Tiff raised an eyebrow. "So that's why you came to me."
Is there a problem?
"ha."
She knew it.
“No, young master.” Tiffany stood up, put on her hat, and said sarcastically, “I’m usually very busy. Next time it’s such an ‘important’ matter, just write to me.”
Watching Tiffany's departing figure, Rory narrowed his eyes. Would she go to Rosser and tell him?
Tiffany certainly wouldn't go. Not to mention that Rosser himself has informants who will tell her, she's already quite busy, so she doesn't have the time to go looking for him.
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As another meeting ended, Tiffany was stopped as she walked out of the meeting hall by a maid, Luya's maid.
She bowed her head and said respectfully, "Duke Stryker, our Highness wishes to see you."
Tiff was a head taller than her, and from this angle, all she could see was her neatly combed hair. To confirm her suspicions, she said coldly, "Look up."
She lowered her head and looked up, but her eyes remained down.
Upon seeing her appearance, Tiffany's pupils contracted sharply. The resemblance was striking. Eyes, nose—except for the mouth, anyone who had seen Luya's appearance in her previous life would say she was a twin, as long as the mouth was covered.
The maid's eyelashes trembled slightly. "Your Grace, please come with me."
Tiff didn't answer and followed the maid to Luya's palace. In her previous life, Luya had also visited her frequently, but she had only gone two or three times and then made excuses to turn them down. Back then, she might not see Luya even once a year.
The maid stopped at the door, turned around, and gestured for Tiff to go inside.
Tiff didn't move, staring intently at her face: "Is this your original face?"
The question was strange and presumptuous, and the maid was so frightened that she immediately knelt on the ground, trembling, and dared not say a word.
"Did you always look like this?" she asked again, her face cold.
"I…"
"What's going on?" The door opened from the inside, and Tiff looked up to see Luya sitting on the sofa, gazing at her with a smile.
Tiff's gaze shifted from Luya to the maid beside her, the maid who opened the door. Sure enough, without exception, they all resembled Zhuzhu in one or two ways.
“Heh…” She stopped questioning the maid and strode up to Luya.
Luya looked into her eyes without saying a word until the two maids left on their own.
"How have you been?" she said, a slight smile curving her lips, but her eyes reddened.
"All right?" Tiffany curled her lip sarcastically, glancing at her reddened eyes before quickly looking away, as if she didn't want to see her pretentious act at all.
She sat down on the single sofa, closed her eyes, and knew Luya well. Usually, when Luya wanted to say something, she would hesitate and hesitate before she could say it.
Sure enough, the room became quiet.
For a moment, no one spoke.
It was so quiet. Luya suddenly thought of her past life. After her failed murder attempt on Tiff, she was arrested by Tiff's men and imprisoned in a private jail. When Tiff recovered from her injuries and came to settle accounts with her, the surroundings were so quiet.
She must have already known that she was her half-sister and that her approach to her from the beginning was premeditated.
She knew she was an illegitimate child who couldn't be brought into the light.
But why? Why is her birth something everyone looks forward to, while she was secretly born abroad by her mother? Why is she the sole heir of the Gu family, while she is merely a tool for her mother to obtain money?
She had these feelings since she could remember, and they didn't diminish even after she became extremely close friends with someone; in fact, they intensified.
So when she met Tiffany, she didn't want to talk. She felt embarrassed and was afraid of hearing something unpleasant from her. But Tiffany didn't say anything and just stared at her intently.
Then he pulled out a dagger and stabbed her in the abdomen before she could react, again and again.
In her hazy state of consciousness, she seemed to see herself shedding tears; this was her last memory.
It's so strange that she remembers such details so clearly after all these years.
She took a breath, her thoughts returning to the present.
"Do you want to be the master of this country?" She looked calmly at Tiff, even though it had only been a few months since they last met, Luya felt that she had changed a lot.
“What does the princess mean by this?” Tiff asked back. “If I wanted it, would you help me?”
"when……"
"But I can't believe it." Tiffany smiled, but there was no warmth in her eyes.
"I can't believe it," Luya said coldly. "Then I'll just say it directly: you founded Red Tower, didn't you?"
Tiff's gaze lingered on her, and after a moment she smiled innocently with narrowed eyes, "Princess, please don't speak carelessly. Even His Majesty couldn't find any trace of the Red Tower, so why does the princess think I am?"
Her personality has also changed. In fact, she had already noticed something was wrong when she heard others describe her as gentle and ladylike. In her previous life, she did not know how to pretend her personality and was very cold to people.
Did she become like this after she came to this world, or did she develop this smiling tiger demeanor in her previous life?
"I know it's you, don't deny it."
The organization appeared out of nowhere and harmed only princes; only Tiffany would be so audacious.
Tiff didn't speak, her fingertips gently twirling a strand of hair as she stared intently at Luya's lace skirt.
"I can help you."
Hearing this, Tiff's face showed a hint of fear. "Princess, you can't say that! Both princes have been killed by the Red Tower. If His Majesty finds out..."
She didn't finish her sentence, but Luya knew what she meant.
Seeing that Tiffany remained wary no matter what she said, Luya sighed and said, "You should go first."
Tiff stood up, bowed to Luya, and then walked outside.
“If you need me in the future, I can still help you.” Luya’s voice came from behind, but Tiff didn’t even stop walking.
Luya couldn't believe it. She had been pretending to be innocent for years, and now she was speaking so sincerely. She was afraid that Luya would betray her again, just like before.
She still vividly remembers the feeling of being shot and falling into the icy sea.
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"What's going on?" Tiff reached out and unfastened her cloak, her gaze sweeping over Lina standing in the center of the study. She casually tossed the cloak to the floor, stepped over it, and walked to the sofa. Her boots, which had been making a loud thud, now stomped on the soft carpet with a barely audible thud.
Since Lina inherited the title of Baron, she has been busy and has visited the Duke's mansion less often.
Because she not only had to clean up the mess left by the baron, but also had to rack her brains to figure out how to be made a duke.
But this is really too difficult. For decades, apart from Tiffany and the deceased Ferrand, the title has remained the same few people. There are only eight dukes. The title can be inherited. If the designated person dies without descendants or commits a serious mistake, it is absolutely impossible to change the title.
It's alright now, Ferrand is dead and his position is vacant, but it's still impossible for him to get it on his own, since so many people are eyeing that position.
Lina's gaze shifted to the person on the sofa; only she could help her.
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