Chapter 4 The offer

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"Did the princess say anything? Jannes asked curiously. Anna had just left even though he asked her to stay until he got there.

lunch. Her conversation with her son lasted about two hours, which of course surprised Jannes because he heard it so often.

Rumor had it, Louis and Princess Anna's relationship was as good as a snake and a mouse.

Louis looked down at his hands

being squeezed by Anna. She was so tight that the red hand marks were still there. He tried to remember the offer

Anna said with a face full of tears and snot coming out of her nose. If the atmosphere was different, the man with

An eye color as black as the night sky would make me laugh!

But making him emperor? What kind of offer is this? Did Anna invite him to organize a power struggle? But why? A series of questions flooded Louis' mind and made his headache worse. "Louis, I'm talking to you!" Jannes chased after his son.

"Mother, I'm worried about the future of the kingdom. It seems like the Princess

Anna has lost her mind. "

Jannes immediately pinched her son's arm so hard that he groaned in pain: "Louis! Be careful.

The way you speak!"

"I mean it, Mom. Princess Anna has gone mad," he replied as he rubbed his sore arm.Apparently, her mother used all her strength to pinch her.

"Be careful with your tongue. If the Emperor hears this. Not even your father can save you, my son. Now,

be honest with your mother. By the way, what are you talking about?"

Louis looked away from his mother who looked ready to pounce on him. Nor did he

knew what to say except the truth, "He...proposed to me."

"Huh? You said Aoa?" Jannes' eyes widened when Louis said that.

"Yeah, more or less... I get it. Louis didn't feel the need to talk about Anna's desire to make him emperor.

Lou, his father would die if he heard that. Jannes' black eyes blinked a few times, as if trying to process the information he had just received.

Receive. "Princess Anna, speak up? But why?" Are you unfamiliar? Isn't she still romantically involved with Ethan's eldest son Walter?" asked Jannes reassuringly.

"I was thinking the same thing as you. Do you think I should tell Father about it?" Louis asked suspiciously.

"No! Don't say anything. Your father has just recovered. Jannes answered quickly:

"And his daughter Anna also told him about her father's illness. She suggested that her father go to the kingdom of Andalas. Pain medication was prescribed by the doctor here."

Father will feel some discomfort and the effects will be felt for the next few years. ""I think it looks like Princess Anna had a fight with her lover so she took her anger out on you. So forget what she said."

Louis nodded as if

reply. But why did his heart feel bad?

"Louis, where are you going? Son, did you hear what I just said?" The woman asked when she saw her son get up from his seat with a serious expression on his face. "Sorry ma'am. I forgot I have some work to finish. I'll be right back."

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Anna was wearing an old dress that her coachman had bought at a flea market. Her beautiful face was now covered in a mixture of oil and a little mud.

The woman's hands tightened slightly, trying to resist the itchy feeling on her head from the wig she wore. As she walked through the dark hallway alone, no one glanced at her because the Crown Prince had turned into a

homeless person. The concave hat shop Louis recommended was located at the end of the alley to the west.

The girl walked carefully and did not intend to falter

her sanity. If the castle she lived in was the embodiment of bright light, then this place was just a shadow lurking behind it.

Behind. The roadside buildings looked dark and gloomy. The road I crossed was muddy from yesterday's rain and let me escape the

foul odor. The girl sighed before entering the dark and dilapidated tavern.

Until Anna thought this shop might collapse just because of the heavy rain.

The interior of the shop wasn't much better than it looked from the outside. Only three grown men visited the shop. They chatted at the same table and ordered three cheap beers and a plate of rye bread. Since it was dark, Anna couldn't

see their faces clearly.

But that wasn't important. Because right now she was only looking for one person.

Her golden eyes, which were hidden behind the bangs of her wig, then met the eyes of the unkempt black-haired waitress behind the counter. The waitress raised her

her eyebrows at the sight of Anna's dirty face...

"What is this?" she asked without smiling.

Anna's index finger tapped the bar three times before speaking the keyword: "I'd like to see the owner of this brasserie."

The waiter's two brown eyes looked from the woman's head to toe with appreciation: "Who...

Did I tell you?" he asked with an indifferent expression on his face.

"A friend." Anna answered quickly. "Alright, the one you're looking for is in the back room, near the door.

Third person from the right," the waiter said as he pointed with his right thumb towards the back door. "Thank you," the woman immediately headed to where the waiter pointed.

When she reached the brown door, Anna knocked on it before pressing the handle. A man in his twenties sat

on a red leather sofa with many holes.

The piece measured two by three meters

It was filled with cigarette smoke coming out of the man's mouth so Anna couldn't see his face clearly.

"What is this?" The man's low, hoarse voice startled her. "I need your help." Anna responded by closing the door.

She slowly moved forward and sat opposite the man. This time the cigarette smoke was much less and Anna

had a clear view of the other person. His piercing brown eyes, pale face with a stiff expression, upright posture, although on the man's face there was a large scar that looked hostile.

"Murder." Anna tossed a bag of coins from her pocket onto the sun-bleached wooden table between them. "Cheng Yuan and Calista. Watch and

Report their every move to me.

The man hissed while opening the brown cotton bag: "Good job. Where should I show up?

The woman gave him a thumb-sized silver key: "Every Friday, the old house at the crossroads with the wheat seller." Anna said.

"All right. Next week I'll start wearing it again. With the money you

given, the duration will be three

years."

"Do what you want," she replied calmly. Three more years would be when she got engaged to Zheng Yuan. But of course things would be different this time. "One more thing, find me a man who is good at hand-to-hand combat and loyal to his master. Even more important is that his face is

beautiful