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Chapter 548 The host is the princess on the pea (6)

But she and Potter are very old, and they don't have the energy to build an army and re-establish Sekeria.

Therefore, they can only pin all their hopes on Alva.

As long as Alva can marry a real princess, not to mention re-establishing Sekeria, at least they won't have to live in such a poor life.

But in fact, in Alva's heart, he doesn't think there is anything bad about this kind of life.

The family is happy together. When he goes hunting, his father and mother cook delicious meals at home. This is the way he likes to live.

But, he couldn't say, he didn't want to make Greenville unhappy.

Greenwell just thought that Alva was impatient with those fake princesses:

"Alva, don't worry, I have a hunch this time, that Su must be the real princess!"

Alva responded with a lack of interest, and Greenwell was already fantasizing about the days of prosperity and wealth in the future.

Looking at Greenwell's appearance, he felt indescribably irritated.

Finally, Greenwell left and closed the door. Alva looked up at the ceiling and let out a long and weak sigh.

Time passed quickly, and it was dark in a blink of an eye, and it was time for dinner.

The dinner was sumptuous, and with red candles lit, Greenwell was in high spirits, talking excitedly about things about her youth.

She told of the rich clothes she wore when she married Bert, how many diamonds and gemstones were set in the crown on her head, and how many servants she had served her. She didn't remember what they looked like except those who served her personally.

And those princes and dukes, she was stuck in the memory, her eyes were bright, and the aura around her was up again, as if she was facing thousands of people and was accepting their kneeling...

Alva was sitting beside her, his expression was very ugly.

And Su also just listened quietly from beginning to end, but when listening to her excitedly talking about the glory of the past, Su also felt very pitiful.

She is a modern person, and she doesn't really feel much about the changing and passing of dynasties.

But when you are in the torrent of history, watching and listening to those who used to be all-powerful figures, being submerged in the torrent bit by bit, the feeling, the mood, the indescribable discomfort, and the indescribable sympathy.

"Okay, mother, don't say any more."

Alva finally couldn't help but interrupted Greenwell's memories.

As for Greenwell, who had been deeply trapped in the glory of the past, the moment she heard his voice, it was as if a bucket of cold water was suddenly poured over her head and face. From head to toe, she was so cold that she couldn't accept it.

The light in her eyes disappeared, and she was stunned and dazed for a moment.

In memory, she is a noble queen who is adored.

But when pulled back to the cruel reality, the only thing he saw was the dilapidated castle.

Which is reality and which is memory?
She can't tell the difference!
"Sorry, Princess Su Ye, I may have lost my composure, you guys continue to eat, I will go back to my room to rest first."

Greenwell tried her best to keep her face graceful, stood up, smiled at Su Ye, and staggered back to the room.

Alva is obviously not in a good mood either:
"Sorry, I'm going back to my room first."

So, in the big restaurant, only Su Ye was left.

(End of this chapter)