The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

Arthur found that in the few days before the wedding, Ivy was a little strangely calm.

She neither expressed joy, nor any dissatisfaction or loss, and she was often not seen at home. When she was rarely seen in the living room, Ivy was immersed in writing something with a quill pen dipped in ink.

He looked closer and found that his sister was writing wedding invitations with her own hands. The elegant italic characters were elegant but clear, and the printed stationery exuded a scent of soaked tea, and the names of the invited guests were meticulously written according to the list.

Most of them are old friends, such as the Earl of Wilburton, the Marquess of Dunllis, the de Kling family, and several friends who are familiar with each other, Patrick and Lord Campbell, etc., are all famous young talents.

In addition, there are some cabinet members and politicians who are friendly to brother and sister, and they are all within the scope of invitation.

He himself couldn't tell what the sudden emotion was. He glanced at the portrait of the Hunting Goddess hanging on the wall, and his keen eyes caught the signature on the corner of the drawing paper at a glance.

Immediately, he felt a smell similar to unripe citrus stuck in his throat, and he was too sour to utter a word.

As if aware of her brother's strangeness, Ivy raised her head in surprise, and saw that his expression was indeed abnormal, she couldn't help asking with concern: "Are you not accepting my help?"

"Of course not." He shook his head, trying to recover his complexion, but there was a faint tremor in his voice, "I'm very happy."

"Ivy...will you leave me?" In silence, he asked suddenly.

It should be that he realized that this question was a bit abrupt, so Arthur quickly added: "I mean, will you accept other people's marriage proposals?"

She laughed, put the quill back into the black ink bottle, and asked, "What do you think, brother?"

"I can't guess what you're thinking." He watched his sister lower her head to dry the ink droplets on the letter paper, and finally answered after a long pause.

"Dear brother, do you think someone is worthy to be your brother-in-law?"

Her smiling expression instantly eased his inexplicably nervous heart, and she responded nonchalantly: "Of course not, I want to propose to you under my nose, and I will not let him succeed."

The news that the Duke of Wellington is going to get married has already spread throughout London. The triumphant hero is about to get married. Such a legendary and sexy news is tantamount to attracting everyone's attention. People can't help but wonder which girl is worthy to become a duchess After inquiring, there was a consistent look of disappointment on their faces.

"It is she who is the bride, Catherine of the Longfords, a plain woman."

Mrs. Helena and Mrs. de Kling were discussing in low voices, sitting in the gazebo of Mornington Manor, staring at the bride who was surrounded in the middle without blinking, and covering their mouths with feather fans to convey their respective evaluations.

The wedding was gorgeous and extravagant, and the guests privately bet that the Duke's family must have spent no less than [-] pounds. There were still a few hours before the start, and only a few acquaintances came to congratulate at the hour of the sunrise.

Therefore, they are still sparse, and when they meet acquaintances, they gather together for a never-tiring chat.

The topic is ready-made, and the well-deserved heroine of the wedding, Catherine Kitty Pakenan, is undoubtedly the center of discussion among the guests this time.

Mrs. de Klin and Helena exchanged a tacit look, and also cast disdain for the bride. The mole on the corner of her lips was raised, and her sharp voice was deliberately lowered: "She was indeed a beauty, but it was only in the past. It's too late, and I don't know what Arthur is looking for in her, and he still abides by the marriage contract and wants to marry her in."

The corners of her eyes were thickly drawn with ink, the liquid that women used to line their eyes with in order to make the pupils appear larger.

Although there is a risk of blindness if one is not careful, Mrs. de Kling is already a veteran, and she has already mastered this technique with a high degree of proficiency.

"I bet 1 times that Anna must have stopped her son from proposing to Catherine. With a proud temper like her, she looks down on everyone who is inferior to her from the bottom of her heart. It's a pity that despite Arthur's gentle temperament, it's a matter of making up his mind." It never changes."

"Need to say?" Madame de Kling exclaimed exaggeratedly, "Anna must have gone crazy arguing with her son over this daughter-in-law, and she may have smashed several vases. What a pity. Jumping screen."

Helena shook her head: "I don't think so. Anna doesn't dare to quarrel with Arthur. He is a duke first, and her son second."

The two noble ladies came early in the morning to exchange opinions on time, completely unaware that their low voices were especially obvious in the open space.It was even enough for the servants who were busy shuttling back and forth to hear clearly.

"Honey, take a look, this curtain is silk just produced in Florence, tsk tsk, this texture..."

Helena interrupted Mrs. de Kling's envy, and she pouted silently in the direction of one o'clock.

The latter followed his gaze, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face full of makeup, and there was a clear look in each other's eyes.

From their point of view, the Duke's younger sister, Miss Ivy Wellesley, is having a hot fight with a handsome blond young man, with a warm smile on her fair face, like a blue rose that is about to bloom, beautiful Brilliant yet captivatingly pure.

"Miss Ivy's beauty has always been one of the best in London. You see, there is no man who will not be overwhelmed by her charm. But why hasn't anyone accepted marriage proposals yet?"

Mrs. de Kling couldn't help feeling emotional, but heard Helena sneer, "She likes to deal with men by nature, how could she be willing to obediently abide by the loyalty necessary for marriage."

"It's a pity that such a smart girl doesn't know that marriage is the most suitable destination for her." Mrs. de Klin has always liked Ivy very much, and her eyes are full of regret at the moment, "Only by marrying a well-matched nobleman can she To be happy and be docile and obedient to your husband, isn’t it much more comfortable than pretending to be with all kinds of men today?”

"She obviously doesn't know that meekness is a virtue that a woman must have. I don't understand. Didn't Anna teach her daughter this simplest truth?"

Helena criticized, but in an instant, she recognized the face of the blond youth.

"Oh my god, that's Prince August!" She suddenly exclaimed, "He's really stubborn, and he still thinks that Ivy will agree to his pursuit."

Mrs. de Kling heard her female companion's exclamation, squinted her eyes, and said: "I don't think Miss Ivy may not agree to his marriage proposal. After all, no matter how much money and fame you have, they can't compare with a princess. Titles. Oh look, the show is about to begin."

She clicked her tongue, raised her hand vaguely, and pointed to the other side of the garden.

Mrs. Helena glanced at the sound, and immediately showed a malicious smile: "Ah, the Duke of Clarence is here. He and Miss Ivy have always been at loggerheads. Just wait, this time we will have fun again."

Seeing the Duke arriving with a group of attendants, the servants of the manor immediately surrounded him and bowed to him.

Arthur also approached him, and shook hands politely to express his respect: "Thank you, Duke, for coming to this place and attending my insignificant wedding."

"His Excellency, the Duke of Wellington, is a hero of the empire. How fortunate we are to have a glimpse of the grand occasions of your life."

The attitude of the two is quite alienated. Arthur has always been very popular, treats people sincerely, and can get along with all like-minded peers.

Only facing the Duke of Clarence in front of him, his gentle expression was suddenly covered with a layer of indifference.

This hostility was so obvious that the housekeepers and servants around them were puzzled. It was clear that they were friends who invited each other to be guests before, but today they are as indifferent as strangers.

After the two reluctantly exchanged pleasantries, Kevin's good friend Patrick came over, observed Arthur's back, and sighed: "Is there any festival between you? It's a pity, I remember last time you Sister, she even broke her face with those hypocrites in the parliament."

As soon as he finished speaking, he found that Kevin's dark blue pupils were staring at him heavily, with a hint of warning in his eyes, signaling him to shut up immediately.

Patrick hurriedly stopped mentioning it tactfully, looked back and forth, and asked curiously: "Speaking of which, why don't you see Miss Wellesley?"

But immediately, he saw Ivy who was talking and laughing happily with August, and felt that he was talkative again, so he stopped talking in time.

He subconsciously thought that Miss Ivy's loss of the Clarence family's blood had annoyed his friend the duke in the past, and the two are still enemies now, so it's better not to mention it.

"Concentrate on your own plantation. The weather in the South Indies is not optimistic. You'd better implement countermeasures early and keep the few hard-earned shillings in your wallet."

Kevin said coldly, this reminder immediately aroused Patrick's distress, and said dejectedly: "Yeah, half a gold coin is not easy to earn these years, and the business of the plantation is already disabled. I think, sell them all to Wei Wei sooner." you……"

Seeing that name was about to be blurted out again, he glanced at the face of the Duke beside him, but found that he was not angry.

Instead, the Duke approached the long table calmly, stretched out his hand to take a glass goblet placed there, and poured a small half glass of wine gracefully.

The purplish red color was crystal clear, and just as the rim of the glass approached his lips, his complexion suddenly sank, as if he remembered something, and immediately put down the wine glass.

"Aren't you used to its smell?" Patrick said, reaching out to take the goblet, but accidentally knocked it to the ground.

Fortunately, there was grass under my feet, and the fragile glass was not broken into pieces.But the fine wine contained in it dripped out unfortunately, forming a small light red water pool.

Patrick, like a child in trouble, turned and asked the butler for a new glass.At this time, a cat with snow-white fur and violet paws ran over.

It seems to think that the color of this liquid is quite beautiful, it can't hold back its natural curiosity, opens its mouth, sticks out its tongue and licks it, as if very satisfied, lowers its head and tries to taste it again.

After only a moment, the next second, before it raised its head, its whole body suddenly twitched violently, as if being shocked by an electric shock, and then suddenly fell to the ground.

The blue eyes hadn't closed yet, as if enduring severe pain, it didn't take long before they became motionless, as if they were dead.

"Hold the corpse out and don't let anyone notice it." Kevin immediately ordered the attendants beside him in a low voice, with an unusually calm expression, "sprinkle a lot of pounds at the street in front of the manor, and let the crowded crowd block the guests coming , took advantage of this time to change all the wine here."

After the words fell, he walked to the other side of the garden, glanced at Ivy and August who were talking happily, and met their surprised eyes, curling his lips into a mocking smile.

"I'm the one who disturbed you, Your Royal Highness, Miss Wellesley."