What should I do if the boss wants to chase my roommate?

Margaret shook her hand holding the coffee cup, and a few brown spots splashed onto her snow-white skirt.

The maid hurriedly took out her handkerchief and knelt down to help her remove the stain. Margaret put the cup back on the table and asked without changing expression, "Do you know the reason?"

The guard replied: "It is preliminarily determined that he was poisoned to death."

Margaret: "Who did she see after I left?"

The guard hesitated for a moment and said, "Your Majesty, no one asked to see Nina Goss after you left."

The guards did not dare to deceive the Queen in this regard. When she went yesterday, Nina did not have dinner, which meant that the poisoning was before she went.

Chronic poisoning?

Margaret brushed away the maid who was still helping her with the dress, "Call Viscount Sheridan over."

On the second day of the meeting, Sheridan returned to the palace in the early winter. The famine was almost dealt with, and the supplies and food for the victims were distributed, and the Duke of Horatio was left behind.

Doesn't Duke Horatio want to come back?He wants too much.Ever since he came to Emmanuel, he couldn't eat enough every day. With the advent of cold winter, he was short of supplies, and he couldn't even wear warm clothes. bitter.

He wrote more than once to beg the queen to let him come back, but Margaret refused.

After Sheridan came back this time, Margaret took the opportunity to give him a title. Although the title was not high, it also made Sheridan an outstanding existence among nobles of the same age.

She needs someone to look into Nina's matter. Nina must know far more than what she said last night. Someone is eager to kill her, maybe she is afraid that she will reveal something else.

"Your Majesty, His Highness Chrissy is awake."

Margaret was confused for a moment, and she told the people in the palace that if Sheridan came, let him wait first, and she would not be back until a while.

After giving the order, he boarded the carriage and drove to Chrissy's bedroom.

Clichy's bedroom was unprecedentedly dignified, all the maids stood against the wall, Marguerite came to the door of the bedroom, and Clichy's personal doctor was already waiting for her at the door.

The doctor saluted and said, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty."

The door was closed, and even Richard, the housekeeper, was waiting outside.

Margaret asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

The doctor pointed to his head, and whispered: "Your Majesty, His Royal Highness's disease is a royal genetic disease, blood clotting is difficult, it was fine before, but since the last assassination, a lot of bleeding has destroyed the delicate balance in the body, Since then, although the outer layer has stopped bleeding, the internal bleeding in the body has been unstoppable."

"A few days ago, Your Highness was out of breath, and now there is intracranial hemorrhage, I'm afraid..."

The doctor shook his head and stepped back. He didn't finish his sentence, but Margaret heard what he meant. There was an intracranial hemorrhage, and Chrissy might not survive tonight.

She took a deep breath, and just about to open the door, the housekeeper Richard suddenly knelt down and begged her: "Your Majesty, since you returned to the palace, you know best how His Highness treats you and loves you."

Margaret said coldly: "Are you threatening me?"

Of course she knew what Richard meant, and he hoped that she would not conflict with Clichy and let Clichy leave peacefully.

But there are some things, not to say that they can be counted.

"People who died before didn't think so, and neither did my mother." After Margaret finished speaking, she looked at Richard. Richard's expression changed, and the hand that grabbed Margaret's skirt let go. The whole person became dazed.

"You know, so you already know..."

Margaret closed her eyes. Some things don't need to be confirmed. Eight points are already credible. Does the remaining two points matter?

As for the answer, everyone knows it in their hearts.

The heavy door was pushed open, and there was no one in the bedroom except Chrissy who was lying on the bed. The first time she entered the room, she saw the huge oil painting hanging on the wall.

Margaret recognized at a glance that the person in the painting was her mother.

She walked to the soft chair beside the bed and sat down. The bed curtains were folded down, covering Chrissy who was lying on the bed.

There were coughing sounds from the bed curtain, and she heard Chrissy's hoarse voice: "You are here."

She wanted to lift the bed curtain, but was stopped by Chrissy: "Let's talk like this, I don't want you to see me now."

Margaret curled her fingers slightly, but finally did not open them.

"I have something to ask you."

Chrissy coughed a few more times, and a strong smell of blood pervaded the air, "You ask."

"The dead royals at Mansfield, Her Royal Highness Francis, and my parents..." She paused, then continued, "Is it you?"

Chrissy didn't answer, and there was a long silence in the room.

Margaret thought she knew the answer, her voice trembling: "Why?"

"Why? Good girl, they all deserve what they deserve!" Chrissy's voice suddenly raised, shouting like an old duck, "Do you know? My mother is the queen, and Francis is the illegitimate child! For the sake of his lover, and for his lover to be the queen, he sent his wife to the guillotine for unreasonable charges of infidelity! And we were abandoned by him and forced to become illegitimate children that no one wanted to mention! And Francis! He has become a noble crown prince!"

"That seat should have been mine! Why did he take it away!"

"As for the others, do you think anyone in this man-eating palace is innocent? They will praise you so much when you are brilliant, and when you fall into hell, they would like everyone to step on you." kick!"

Margaret asked him: "What about my mother? She didn't do anything to apologize to you." At the end, she choked up slightly.

"She abandoned me! She ran away with someone else! Leave me here alone, let others bully me! Why can't I hate her!" He suddenly took a big breath, making people wonder if he would just let it go He held back, but there was no fact, he slowed down.

"I'm going to find her, and I'm willing to take her back regardless of past grievances. As long as she gives up your father and you, as long as she is willing to come back, I will give her everything, jewels, wealth, status, power, and even the throne. , but she refused."

"so you......"

Chrissy said flatly: "So I killed her."

"Her adulterer still wants to save her, so let's die together. My things can only be mine, not mine. I would rather destroy them than leave her to others."

As he spoke, his voice turned into a weeping tone, as if a grieving ghost was crying:

"Margaret, I hate it! I hate that she abandoned me! I hate that she doesn't have your ambitions! I hate that she isn't you!"

A drop of water fell on the back of her hand, and Margaret reached out to wipe it away. She touched her face lightly, and at some point, she was already in tears.

She couldn't understand Chrissy and was deeply saddened.

"Good girl, come here and let me see you."

Margaret wiped her tears and did not lift the bed curtain.

"I am dying, Margaret, will you grant my last wish..."

Margaret tidied up her posture, and finally got up and opened the bed curtain to look over.

The moment the bed curtain was lifted, a silver light flashed, and there was a sharp pain in the chest. Margaret lifted the bed curtain with one hand, and looked down at her chest dully.

A dagger half-jawed into her chest, and the dark blood quickly smudged away. The pain caused her eyes to shed tears again. She endured the severe pain and said, "You..."

Chrissy on the bed was shriveled and ugly, like a skeleton from hell with human skin on it, but he was like this, pointing the dagger at the living being with the last of his strength.

Margaret sat back on the soft chair, her mind gradually becoming blurred. At the last moment of fainting, she reached out and swept the glass lamp beside the bed to the ground. The cracking sound attracted the attention of people outside the room. .

"His Majesty!"

She heard everyone's exclamation, and Chrissy's last dying voice:

"Ma'am, I'd like a bowl of potato soup..."

After he gained power, he has been looking for his sister. He wants to bring her back. He wants to tell her that he is strong enough to protect her now, and he wants to be a member of their regiment.

But his good sister rejected him.

Isabel touched his face with a gentle expression: "Chrissy, you have grown up. I am relieved to see that you are doing well. That is not my home, and I will not go back." After she finished speaking, she held her husband's hand hand, and smiled happily.

Chrissy's eyes went dark at the time, and he suddenly didn't know what to do. Everything he did now was for the future of him and Isabel, but now Isabel said that she didn't need it, she didn't want to have his future.

What should he do?Wasn't what he did before just a joke?

When he came back to his senses, there were harsh curses in his ears, and his body had already made a choice for him.

He watched Isabel and her panic-stricken husband lying in a pool of blood, raised his sword and chopped off the man's head.

Since this future is wrong, then destroy the wrong one and rebuild a bright future.

He wanted to kill Marguerite together, but Isabel hugged his leg tightly before dying, "Clichy, you can't kill her! You are her uncle! You can't kill her!"

He broke off the woman's fingers one by one. He took the sword and walked to the front of the house step by step. The girl in the house was humming and putting freshly picked flowers into the vase. She arranged the dinner and sat on the wooden dining chair. On the bed, dangling two calves, waiting for parents to come home for dinner.

Behind him is a woman's shrill cry:

"Chrissy! I curse you! I curse you!"

The sound gradually weakened until it disappeared.

Chrissy knew that she was dead.

He stood in front of the house and was about to kick the door, but the door suddenly opened.

The girl opened the door and saw a traveler in a cloak and ragged clothes. She let out a small exclamation, and gently held the blood-stained hand of the traveler with her small hand. Her golden curly hair was shining in the sun, and her baby blue The eyes reflected his distressed reflection:

"Sir, is there anything I can do to help you?"

Chrissy: "...no"

He stared quietly at the girl in front of him, then suddenly changed his attitude:

"Yes, ma'am." He held the girl's hand behind his back, "I haven't eaten for many days, can you give me a bowl of potato soup?"

"Of course! Just wait!"

They had dinner together.

"Where are your parents?"

"They went out to do errands and haven't come back yet."

"They left you for dinner alone?"

"no."

The girl held the handle of the spoon, the corner of her pink mouth was stained with white thick soup, she smiled and said:

"Sir, you are with me."

Instead of taking away a young soul that day, Chrissy drank a bowl of potato soup that he hadn't had for a long time.