Stupid, my father is furry [Interstellar]

Inside the Imperial Palace.

Many ministers and nobles gathered in the main hall. Even after Hubert ordered, the public relations department quickly erased the pictures and news spread by the star media. They still have their own news channels. Come.

A famous nobleman happened to enter the palace today to look for the king to appreciate the collection. He witnessed the scene after Marshal Hubert brought the king back.

He rubbed his round belly with some unease: "The king was carried down, a lot of blood flowed from his head, and he has passed out. His Highness Kewei also seems to have been seriously injured. He was carried in by someone, but he is still conscious. Finally The important thing is that Hubert's expression is not very good!"

"I'm afraid the result of this assassination is not good..." The nobleman made a mouth shape, but he didn't dare to say these words openly.

"My God, may God bless His Majesty the King!" Someone hurriedly knelt down and began to pray in the direction of the sacred tree.

Although the people present all looked terrified, as if they were worried about the king's injury, they had different thoughts in their hearts.

Although the imperial king has been in power all these years without incident, and the domestic and affiliated planets have also developed, some people are still not reconciled, and feel that the time when the Federation is weak is wasted in vain.

——Compared to being the boss who doesn't know when he will be retaken, it's better to annex the Federation directly to feel at ease.

This group of ambitious nobles and ministers made several admonitions but only got ambiguous answers. The much-anticipated eldest prince Lu also belonged to the same idea as the king. Some completed official duties to soak in his material pile.

The assassination of the king this time was not a bad thing for them to lose their status and find another way out, but it was an opportunity.

Several people met their gazes, and then walked towards the outside of the hall one by one. They came to a hidden corner in the palace where no one passed by, and began to talk.

"If the old king is really dead, why don't we act on it?" The tall and thin man said first, "I asked Hubert before, and he didn't completely disagree with our ideas. He, presumably our ideal will be realized soon.”

"That's the best, not to mention that the master he has been loyal to is gone, and there is no one to restrict him." The fat man continued, "But... does this person have plans of his own? Let's not go there The time was taken by Hubert."

One of the nobles chuckled: "You can rest assured, Hubert and I are classmates, so we know a little bit about it. If he intends to be king, he would have taken the throne as early as after the Great War, when his prestige was the highest. At that time Hearing the name of Marshal Hubert in the empire, who doesn't know who doesn't know? Presumably he doesn't want to be trapped by those complicated state affairs."

Everyone nodded, and after discussing on the spot for a while, they heard noisy voices from the other side of the hall, which seemed to be mixed with some crying. They looked happy and walked over there quickly.

In the main hall, Marshal Hubert stood in front of the king's chair, with a white flower pinned to his chest, and there seemed to be a dark cloud between his eyebrows that could not go away.

In fact, everyone had already guessed after seeing this white flower. This is a traditional custom in the empire after someone died. The white flower on the chest is used to express grief for the deceased.

It's just that His Royal Highness the Second Prince was among the people who were sent to the treatment together, and they couldn't make up their minds for a while.

"The Third Highness is here!"

The people in the hall quickly gave way, and Uriah stood at the head of the team with the support of the medical robot. Her usually pale face looked weaker now.

Hubert glanced at him: "Since everyone is here, I will tell everyone the result of the assassination that is most concerned about now."

"Second Highness Kewei has meritorious escort. It was diagnosed as a first-degree moderate injury, but it did not hurt the vitals. It needs to be recuperated in the medical cabin for a week."

Hubert then took a deep breath: ♂Crazy Tweet, "His Majesty the King's brain was hit violently, and the best time for treatment has been missed, unfortunately he died."

Everyone was in an uproar when they heard the news, and the one who was most excited was the blond boy. Uriah's eyes turned red, and then he tore off the needle from his hand and rushed to Hubert.

"Hubert, tell me it's not true!" Uriah, who was as tall as Hubert, grabbed his collar and shouted, "How on earth did you protect my father! A group of Is it a rice bucket?"

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, it was my negligence, and I will receive the punishment according to the laws of the empire."

As soon as Hubert finished speaking, Uriah punched him in the face, but he didn't block it, and one side of his face quickly became red and swollen.

No one present at the scene expected that the usually obedient and weak third prince would hit Marshal Hubert. Only then did the subordinates around Hubert react and stop him.

Hubert lowered his eyes and said: "Your Highness, you can vent your anger, but your body is still important. His Highness Lu is missing, His Highness Kewei is recovering from his wounds, His Majesty the King...they definitely don't want anything to happen to you."

"If it's possible, I'd rather be the one who had the accident..." Ulea froze, wiping her tears, "Forget it, it's over, it's useless to blame anyone, I'm going to see my father one last time."

Marshal Hubert nodded: "Will, you lead the way for Your Highness."

After Uriah dragged his sick body away, someone below boldly said, "Marshal, His Majesty the King has passed away, and now our empire has no leader, and His Royal Highness Lu, who is qualified to succeed him, is nowhere to be found. After all, we still need someone to carry this burden." ? Does Your Majesty have any instructions?"

Everyone nodded their heads when they heard this, and this was what they were most concerned about.

"No." Hubert shook his head, "The incident happened suddenly, and no one expected the result."

When everyone in the hall heard the words, it seemed as if they had opened up a chatter box. Everyone had a plan to talk about, and it was noisy.

Hubert watched the crowd arguing on the stage, rubbed the space between his brows, and said in a low voice, "It's really a bunch of noisy flies."

After a while, he raised his hand to stop it: "It seems that you have already identified several camps? If that's the case, send one person from each side to speak."

Hearing this, the ministers and the nobles looked at each other, and then elected a spokesperson.

The person from the military took the lead and said, "We believe that you are Marshal Hubert who is qualified to take over state affairs, whether it is your contribution to the empire or your status..."

"If you let me hear such rebellious remarks again, you can go to jail directly." Hubert quickly vetoed him, "The new emperor must be elected from the two sons of His Majesty the King. Put away all your fancy intestines."

Now, there are two less speakers. Most of them want to use their aristocratic status to "upgrade", but under the eyes of Marshal Hubert, they dare not make mistakes.

"I think His Royal Highness Kewei has the qualifications to take over. After all, he handles the most affairs, large and small, on weekdays. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is the second in command?"

"His Highness Kewei has dealt with a lot, but in terms of political achievements, is it really mediocre?" Someone retorted.

The noble continued: "Lin, I advise you to give up the delusion that His Highness can come back. At worst, let His Highness Kewei stabilize the situation first, and it won't be too late to discuss it when His Highness Lu really comes back."

"The main reason is that we have a choice? If we don't choose His Royal Highness Kewei, should we choose that sick child Yulia? You also saw that he was as fragile as a little girl all day long, and he wanted to hit Marshal Hubert just now. , I feel like I can't stand still, and I can't even see his level of spiritual power..."

A low laugh erupted from the crowd: "That's right."

At the scene, because of the nobleman's complaints, it seemed that they quickly cleared up their minds, and some people followed suit, except for a few who still couldn't bear to hear the ridicule of Uriah. It's not that he wants his own strength to be so bad.

Everyone didn't realize that after Marshal Hubert heard this, he looked at the noisiest people and there was a flash of pity in his eyes.

"Okay, then everyone agrees that His Highness Kewei will temporarily handle the state affairs?" Hubert saw that no one below raised any objections, "Then while His Highness Kewei is recovering from his injuries, I will help handle His Majesty's funeral ceremony. Proposal I will also prepare it as soon as possible, and I will trouble you to sign and submit it at that time."

Although the ministers and nobles who can be in the hall at this time are all core members, the proposal of Kewei as the new emperor still needs the consent of all ministers and nobles, which can be regarded as an explanation for them.

"Naturally." Everyone nodded, and then they were taken away by the servants in the palace to the rest area, waiting to attend the king's funeral.

The hall returned to silence again, but Marshal Hubert did not leave, as if he was waiting for someone.

Soon the door of the palace was pushed open again, and Yulea, who had cried so much that he collapsed just now, entered with graceful steps. The eyes of the two intersected in the air, and the boy's eyes were a little more deterrent.

Marshal Hubert leaned over to salute him, and the young man also came in front of him, and tapped his cheek lightly: "Does it hurt?"

"Don't dare." Marshal Hubert whispered, "I almost failed to complete the task of the king."

Although Hubert's tone was calm, his heart was not calm. He didn't heave a sigh of relief until he saw the boots in his vision leave.

He raised his head, and Uriah had already sat on the king's chair with his legs crossed. He stroked the gemstones on the king's chair with his hands, closed his eyes and said to Hubert, "Do those people know how to deal with it?"

—He hates people who can't talk but their brains the most.

"Understood." Hubert nodded, seeing Uriah waving his hand and hurried away.

In the empty hall, the blond boy laughed softly, and murmured to someone unknown: "Our wish is about to come true..."

At night, inside the castle where the nobles rest.

The cleaning robot knocked on the door: "Earl Root, your scheduled cleaning service has arrived."

The little robot waited for 5 minutes and saw that there was no movement, so he applied to enter the system, and the door opened quickly. It still didn't hear the earl's voice, and it didn't see it until it entered the room. Thick blood dried up on the floor .

"Alert! Alert!"

In the castle, the sound of the cleaning robot didn't stop in Earl Root's room, and the siren also woke up other people in the castle.

On the other side, someone turned off the shading system, looked out the window, and found that there were scattered limbs on the green grass in the garden, spelling out several strange ancient imperial languages, and the details were dark red, which looked particularly pervasive.

The people who were awakened gathered together, and reported the situation to the guards who came over in horror.

One of the old ladies and nobles squinted his eyes and read the word: "God's punishment..."

There was another commotion when the people heard the words, and then they all knelt down towards the holy tree, clasped their hands together and repented.