Chetlow Manor

Finally, the touted grand night came quietly. Chetlow Castle was brightly lit, and the wide courtyard was full of carriages from various families. Even the commoners on the outskirts of the manor looked inside.

Moen stood in the attic of the castle and looked down. He had already changed into the custom-made dress by Hughden, with a complicated collar, a lavender vest embroidered with silver silk and dark flowers underneath, and a white tuxedo on the outside. .

His complexion is very fair, translucent between a teenager and a young man.The originally fluffy black hair was taken care of meticulously, and the bright red lips abruptly added a bit of abstinence.

One carriage after another drove into the courtyard. Ladies and ladies wearing exaggerated and gorgeous skirts were helped out of the carriage by the servants, and walked up the high stairs of the castle step by step.

Suddenly, a carriage Moen was very familiar with entered his field of vision, his pupils constricted, and his hand that had been on the window stiffly scratched at the glass.

"Well, I invited the Lanson family to the banquet on the last day." Hughden walked in without knowing when, and suddenly appeared behind Moen. He put an arm around Moen's waist, lowered his head slightly, and spoke The breath made Mo En's ears turn pink.

Hughden laughed twice, and said: "You're right, this is a matter between the Huden family and the Lanson family, and it's my fault. You shouldn't have been involved in this matter, my innocent young master."

Due to the previous convictions committed by Hughden, Moen will certainly not be easily swayed.

He didn't turn his head, still facing out the window: "What do you want to do, Your Highness."

"Oh, the image of me in your mind is so unbearable, dear Moen." Hughden held Moen's hand in the back of the waist, and with force, he turned Moen around and faced himself, "If Said, if you have to do something, then let it go? Of course, I mean between us, forgive me for my rudeness and prejudice in the past. "

Moen looked at the man in front of him, and now he put on that pitiful and sincere look again. Why, do you want to use this beautiful appearance to cover up lies again?However, he, Moen Lanson, would no longer be deceived by his appearance. This man used truly cruel means to make him violate his faith.How cold-hearted would you choose to drag others into hell?

"I forgive you, who asks God to forgive me?" He said softly, his tone was decisive and cold.

"I never believed in God, Moen. The only one who can save us is ourselves." Huden repeated the previous conversation in the church.

Moen gave him a deep look, "So, do you think you are redeemed now?"

Hughden didn't speak, and the attic fell silent for a moment, so quiet that it seemed that even the vague laughter outside the window became far away.The liveliness of the banquet seemed to be isolated in another time and space. In this attic, there were only two tired and beating hearts, looking at each other from a distance.

"...Your words are always so heartbreaking, Moen." Huden turned around and walked out the door, "Let's go, the banquet has begun, you need to stay with me all the time today, those little snacks Whatever, just let it go. I guarantee that there will be a chance for my chef to make it for you in the future."

Without that chance, I'm leaving tonight.Moen cursed silently in his heart, and quickly took two steps to keep up with Huden.

It wasn't until people at the banquet cast their probing gazes at them that Moen was surprised by one thing—I don't know if Hughden did it on purpose, oh no, this vicious man must have done it on purpose, he wore a He was wearing a black tuxedo embroidered with gold thread, with complicated buttons hanging on the front. It looked like it was custom-made with Mo En who was walking beside him.

Hell, what does that make other people think!

Moen felt a fever on his face, but he had to maintain the etiquette of the nobles, his back was straight, and his chin was slightly raised, showing the arrogance that nobles often have.

"Oh, take it easy little guy," Hughden sneered, "relax, relax, you look like a big cat now, the kind of coward who blows up all the time."

Morn glared at him mercilessly.

God, he heard it, the lady next to her was already covering her mouth with a feather fan and laughing.

The lady apologized calmly to Hughden: "I'm sorry, I just think the boy next to you is very cute, Your Highness."

"Really, he is indeed a very cute... young master, I mean, in all aspects." Huden blinked at her, and then showed a tolerant smile at Moen, " You know, Miss Sylvia, I cherish his beauty very much."

Miss Silvia immediately showed a smile full of understanding, took a step back, and performed a standard lady's ceremony, "I heard that His Highness already has a lover, forgive me for being hesitant, and today I still wonder if I can marry you Do a dance, now, I know."

The young lady showed a slightly envious expression at Mo En again, and said with a smile: "Your Highness is really a gentle person, sir, please forgive me for disturbing me." After speaking, she turned and left, disappearing on the dance floor.

Moen was dumbfounded the whole time, completely ignorant of the significance of Hughden's actions. He felt that all the aristocratic etiquette he had maintained could always be destroyed in front of this man, leaving nothing behind.

"Is your brain sick? O'Haris Hudden!" He tried to suppress his anger and questioned.

"Oh, I said it's not a gentleman's thing to call someone by their first name."

"Your behavior makes me feel that there is no need to show politeness at all, my wise Duke!"

"But I'm just telling the truth, Moen." Hughden shrugged indifferently, "We've had sex many times, uh..."

Mo En covered his mouth, "For God's sake, stop talking, okay." He threatened in a low voice.

It was all such a coincidence that when Viscount Lanson walked into the banquet hall with his wife, he saw such a scene. The second son they hadn't seen for a long time was fiercely covering His Royal Highness's mouth.

The couple was taken aback, and hurried forward to stop Moen's behavior.

"Oh, Your Royal Highness, please forgive the dog's behavior. This child is spoiled by us to the point of lawlessness." Viscount Lanson bowed hastily.

"But Father, you don't even know what's going on..."

"Monn, this is not the time for you to interrupt."

"Oh God, didn't Julian go back..."

"What Julian?" Viscount Lanson asked subconsciously, and quickly realized, "Oh my God, I even forgot about this! Your Highness, I'm really sorry, I heard that Moen disturbed your sheep Qun, this kid is always so careless..."

"Father, that's not what I said..."

"Is there anything else we can talk about later..."

Hughden crossed his arms and watched the conversation between the father and son with cold eyes. He watched Mo En's face change from excitement at the beginning to anxiety, until his face turned pale.He noticed that Moen's fingers were clustered together, firmly grasping the palm of his hand, and looking back at Viscount Lanson's constant chatter to him, he sighed in his heart.

Holding Moen's hand, Hughden opened his clenched fist and interrupted Viscount Lanson: "Mr. Viscount, regarding the handicraft workshops of Lanson's house, I think it is better to find a quiet place A better place to talk, don't you think?"

"Yes, Your Highness." Viscount Lanson glanced at his son, and finally turned his gaze away, "Your Highness, I think we can take this opportunity to clear up some previous misunderstandings."

"That's what I mean." Hughden nodded, called Jeff, and asked him to wait in the living room with Viscount Lanson and Mrs. Bethel, "As for those trivial things, I think I still have a gift today. , to express my sincerity."

Moen watched his parents leave with Jeff. When they were leaving, Mrs. Bethel looked back at her son a few times. She seemed worried, but she didn't say anything.

"Is this your plan, O'Harris Hutton?" Moen's face still looked bad, and he felt his heart was in a mess like a ball of yarn that lost its end, "You threatened my family with those handicraft workshops, And then force them to forget about what happened to me here."

A sneering smile hung on the corner of Moen's mouth. He seldom loses his composure like this, but he is not without temper: "But why are you doing this, Your Highness. The title of a mere viscount can never threaten you, noble His Royal Highness, the blood of the royal family. What's more, the Lanson family has been having a hard time these years, and we all know that it is nothing but gold and jade."

"Do you think I'm deliberately instigating the relationship between you and your parents?" Hughden smiled, "Master who is obsessed with obsession, I said that this is your 'Night of the Truth', what kind of people are they? I will judge for myself."

Mo En pursed his lips and looked at him quietly.

"Oh, come with me, let's go to another room, I have prepared a good show for you, my little master." Hughden pulled Moen up, as if remembering something happy, and walked briskly Walking upstairs, "I have specially prepared a big gift. The name of this big gift bag, um, let's call it Lai Jia."

Moen's eyes widened, God, what an important thing he forgot, Lai Jia!