In the Name of the Queen

"Order!"

The gavel hit the table heavily, making a dull sound, and the House of Nobles, which was in chaos a moment ago, instantly returned to calm.

The red-faced nobles who were about to fight sat upright, calm and composed, as if they were not the ones who were arguing with each other just now.

The Speaker looked around the audience and asked calmly: "Gentlemen, if your in-depth and friendly exchanges are over, then let's get to the point now."

"Your Majesty and the Crown Prince died at the same time, and everyone is very sad. But the country cannot be without a leader, and we must quickly determine the new emperor."

The Speaker cast his eyes on the Dean of the Heraldry.

In the Sussex Empire, the Heraldry not only manages the nobles' coats of arms and archives, but also manages many affairs of the royal family.

In response to the speaker's question, the old and dim-eyed Dean of the Academy of Heraldry, who looked like he might faint at any time, trembled and said:

"When the emperor dies, the crown prince should succeed to the throne. If the crown prince also dies, the throne will be inherited by other descendants according to the blood order."

"First male members, then female members, first direct line, then collateral line"

The Dean talked for a long time, and finally explained the inheritance rules in a violent cough.

All the people present were nobles, and they were very familiar with the inheritance law.

Everyone knew that according to the inheritance law. The inheritance right of His Majesty the Emperor's youngest daughter, Princess Sylph, was the first priority.

The old Dean of the Academy of Heraldry fainted on the spot and was carried away, leaving only the silent parliamentarians.

"Dear gentlemen, those who agree that Her Majesty Sylph will succeed to the throne do not need to speak out, and those who oppose please express your opinions."

The silence was deafening.

The speaker's magnetic voice sounded.

"No one objects, unanimous approval. I declare that Her Highness Sylph is the 35th Emperor of the Empire as expected by all. Because Her Majesty is not yet an adult, the cabinet will temporarily handle government affairs, and the coronation ceremony and the coming-of-age ceremony will be held at the same time."

Imperial Post Office.

Roland, a young man immersed in his dream of becoming a literary giant, hummed a relaxing little song, sealed the letter he had written, and handed it to the postman.

Just as he finished his work and was in a daze, Lisa rushed over like a tornado, bringing with her the coolness of autumn.

"Sister Lisa, the essay contest has not yet resulted in the result, don't rush me so anxiously."

"Don't think about that boring essay contest, this time it's a national event!" Lisa hurriedly sat down opposite Roland, breathing a little hard.

"Sister, don't talk nonsense, my great Sussex is invincible in the world, what can happen."

Roland smiled and teased: "Seeing you are so anxious, is it that His Majesty has passed away?"

Lisa's expression froze instantly.

She looked at Roland carefully, full of suspicion.

After a long time, she said with some confusion: "It doesn't make sense. I have a friend whose brother-in-law is a guard at Sheffield Castle. I also got the news accidentally. How did you know?"

"I read it in the political section of The Sun."

Lisa squinted her eyes and looked at Roland. Looking at his frank eyes, she finally believed it, but she was still a little surprised, "Your Majesty has passed away, and you are so calm?"

"What else, do you think I look like someone who can resurrect?"

Roland said disapprovingly.

He casually poured black tea from Malan into Lisa's cup, and smiled and brought it to her, "Sister, it's cold, drink a cup of black tea to warm your body."

"The affairs of big people have nothing to do with ordinary people like us."

Putting down the teacup, he spread his hands and said with a bit of sarcasm: "No matter who becomes the emperor, we have to pay taxes, there is no difference."

"Instead of thinking about these, why not give me some blessings and wish me to win the essay contest. The champion prize is as much as 500 pounds."

Roland's eyes were full of longing.

"Let me think about how to spend this money. First, take out 100 pounds to buy a house on Belfa Street, then hire servants and cooks to take care of my sister and me, and raise a cat and two dogs."

"Not enough."

Although Roland's plan to bring her non-blood-related neighbor sister with her in the future was touching, Lisa still cruelly interrupted Roland's fantasy and said lightly:

"It has increased. The big house on Belfa Street now costs at least 120 pounds."

"Damn profiteer." Roland curled his lips.

"Roland!"

There was a little more dissatisfaction in Lisa's eyebrows, but she still maintained a gentle voice and said:

"You are an adult, and you are too old to dream."

Men are teenagers until they die, sister, you don't understand.

Roland shrugged and picked up the teacup.

Don't argue with two kinds of women.

Serious women and unserious women.

Looking at his indifferent look, Lisa was also a little helpless.

Roland is good at everything, but his thinking is too wild.

I would rather imagine myself as a contemporary literary giant than meet the alchemist lady.

Is this what everyone says about men being young until death?

Although it is cruel to tear up a young man's literary dream in front of him, she must be the villain.

"Roland, I'm curious, why are you so confident that you can win the prize?"

Because this article won the championship in the royal essay contest in another world.

It covers all the elements and is short enough.

This will not win the prize unless there is a conspiracy.

Looking at Roland's confident look, Lisa reminded him softly: "Even if your genius idea is qualified to win the prize, have you ever thought about the conspiracy in the award process?"

Roland's smile froze at the corner of his mouth.

Yes, conspiracy.

Many times, the champion has been decided before the essay contest begins.

But this is not something he can control.

This kind of thing is just up to fate.

The frozen smile bloomed again.

"It's my luck to get it, and it's my fate to pass it by. If there is really a shady story, I can't do anything about it." The young man with a literary dream is still arrogant.

Lisa laughed along.

"You have such an open mind, why don't you want to meet Miss Elizabeth?"

Come on, that's the alchemist.

Girls who are exposed to various chemicals and heavy metals all day long age very quickly.

You are a bride when you get married, and you become an old woman in three years.

He doesn't want it.

There was no way to explain this little thought to Lisa, so she had to explain it away with literary dreams.

Anyway, this reason has been used countless times, and I don’t care if I have to do it again.

Lisa was used to Roland's prevarication, but this time she didn't want to give him a chance to get away with being cute.

"I don't care, if it fails you have to go."

"etc!"

Standing up suddenly, Lisa's face instantly turned pale.

"Roland, you're in trouble."

"Sister, don't scare me, what's wrong?" Roland was startled by Lisa's sudden change.

Lisa murmured: "His Majesty has passed away!"

"Sister, you just said it, no need to repeat it." Roland sighed.

"The new emperor is about to ascend the throne!"

"Sister, I think you should go to bed early." Roland was speechless. Something seemed wrong with Lisa.

"The crown prince is dead, and the throne should be inherited by Her Highness Sylph." Lisa said reluctantly.

Roland smiled and teased: "I know it is Her Royal Highness Sylph who has never appeared in public and is a hundred times more mysterious than the witch of Alpha Mountain. I heard that she was blessed by the wind elves and has an extremely beautiful appearance."

Lisa was speechless and pinched Roland's ears unbearably.

"Is now the time to care about the princess's appearance? She will be the new emperor soon!"

Roland's lazy smile froze instantly.

Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Damn it, it's a big deal.

In a country with the strongest military in the world and ruled by a queen, I participated in an essay competition held by the royal family and wrote "Oh my god, the queen is pregnant, who did it?" "This kind of novel.

This is not seeking death, this is seeking death.