[Zongyingmi] She is a princess and not sick

The author has something to say: The setting of the heroine stems from Concubine Diana's regret of not being able to give birth to a daughter.After all, Princess Diana has such beautiful genes.

In 1990, the birth of Francis Alexandra Victoria did not save her parents' precarious marriage. Even after several years of malicious speculation about her life experience, she was not the daughter of her father, the Prince of Wales. After Anna died unexpectedly, this kind of malicious speculation did not stop.

The 21-year-old Francis is already slim and graceful. This princess, who hardly shows up in front of the media, finally appeared on a formal occasion to attend her brother William's wedding. The blond hair and blue eyes that resemble Princess Diana can be seen in her and Windsor's genes In addition to her resemblance to her mother Diana, she also resembles Queen Elizabeth's sister, Princess Margaret.

"William really settled his life's affairs at the age of 30. Dear Henry, how are you and Chelsea?" Francis was wearing a sky blue dress and a top hat of the same color. The sapphire presented to her by the royal family, she teased her brother.

"Well, father is actually more worried about you than I am, my free girl. He's worried about you being abducted by those Yankees." Harry looked very happy, obviously his brother's marriage has made his mood very high.

"Oh, today's protagonist is Will. I think we don't want to spoil the show." Francis said with a smile. I will marry an Englishman instead of an American. Thank you for your concern, brother."

"It's my father's concern." Harry emphasized, but he still felt very strange about the sentence "that is, old-fashioned and has a hair loss gene", but he couldn't find any words to refute, at least his hair has always been thick, Harry comforted him like this Own.

"Yes, father's concern." Francis said lightly, not caring about this awkward brother.

The wedding of the century after 30 years, this wedding satisfies the woman's expectation of the fairy tale of "Cinderella". The ending of the fairytale wedding 30 years ago was so sad.

The grand wedding and the sweet smiles of the newlyweds satisfied the world's longing for fairy-tale love. Obviously, for the long-lost British royal family, this wedding restored their image again.

But all this is not important in the eyes of Francis, what is important is that her brother William is full of happy smiles at this wedding, and that is enough.

The wedding was followed by a party at Kensington Palace, and after facing the crowd, it was a young man's world.

William and Kate are entertaining their friends to share the joy.

Francis was ordered by her brother William to stay, and for the groom's sake, Francis bid farewell to his father and grandmother.

"Don't be fascinated by Americans, Sissy. For God's sake, I don't like Americans at all." Charles complained, pressing his daughter's cheek.

"Be decent, Charles." Elizabeth gave Charles a serious look, and her eyes looked at Francis, her wise eyes were loving and serious, "Your father is right, Francis. Always pay attention to etiquette, my princess .”

"Yesmyqueen," Francis said mischievously, and she gave a cheek salute.

"Well, you young people have fun. I'm too old to dance," said Elizabeth.

"You can still drive an SUV. That car is older than I am. Believe me, my dear Majesty, you have nothing to do with old people." Francis said, curtseying her grandmother and father.

Francis turned and entered the party venue. She took off her sky blue coat and an off-white dress inside. She straightened her blond hair that was messed up by taking off her clothes, and she heard her dear brother calling her name.

"Siss, where is Francis? My dear sister." William was holding champagne. He and Kate had already changed into a set of clothes. He was looking for his sister who hadn't returned home for a long time.

"I'm here, William. Don't tell me, you're drunk without drinking." Francis walked over and gave him a hug, and Kate also gave a hug. "Welcome to this big family, my dear sister."

"It's great to meet you. William has been talking about you. My sister Frances who is away from home to study in the United States. Can I call you Siss?" Kate likes her, not only that she has Diana's looks, compared to other royals In general, Francis has a Diana-like affinity.

"Of course. I bet he must have said that my disobedient little sister is going to warn me never to marry an American." Francis raised her delicate eyebrows, "By the way, this My father and Harry have already warned me. Did everyone think I went to the United States to fall in love? I went to study, at Caltech."

"Because of your beauty. Honey." Harry came over and put his arm around Francis' shoulders.

"Ok. Enjoy your bar. Honey." Frances clinked glasses with them, her blue eyes like sapphires, "William, Kate, happy wedding. I believe this is the happiest day since mother went to heaven." .I'm so happy for you, Will."

"Thank you, Siss." William hugged her warmly.

Frances blessed her brother, and soon she had her cousin Zara and two cousins, Princesses Beatrice and Eugenie.

Francis has always been at odds with other princesses. As the fourth heir to the royal family, since Diana's tragedy, her father Charles has hidden her, especially since the outside world has never stopped speculation about her life experience.

"Hey, Siss." Zara pulled Frances affectionately.

"Very good. Will looks like a happy fool. Never seen him like this." Francis rarely shows up on such occasions. She is absent from various royal dinners. acquiescence.

"Yes, you look like a fool." Zara echoed with a smile, "How is it going to study in the United States?"

"Come back next month to study for a master's degree at Imperial College. This is a surprise for my father and grandmother." Francis and Zara clinked glasses and smiled.

"I believe they are very happy, especially the boys. Will complained to me more than once about your going to the United States." Zara said.

"He wants me to always be the babysister holding his clothes." Francis said sharply, "But everyone has to grow up."

Zara patted Francis on the shoulder to express her understanding, and she looked at another princess not far away: "Recently Angela, Triss, and Eugenie have had a lot of trouble. Grandma is in great pain because of this. I want Say, she's really crazy."

"What did she do?" Francis didn't take it seriously. The young royals of this generation almost grew up in the shadow of divorced families, and their personalities were a bit rebellious, but compared to the young Princess Margaret, they It's been so much better.

"She kissed a woman," Zara whispered, "in front of Grandma."

Francis almost spilled the wine in the glass, her eyes widened: "What? Well, I'm sure grandma must have been hit hard."

"Although she hasn't spoken out against same-sex love. But you know she believes in her teachings, her beliefs. She almost didn't nearly break down." Zara sighed, and she glanced not far away to have a hot fight with the girls Angela glanced at her, "I believe the divorce between Uncle Andrew and Sharon will hit her hard."

"Thank God. She didn't do it in front of the media. If the picture was taken. It would be a stain on this life." Francis tried not to roll his eyes.

Frances wasn't here until the end of the party, in fact, she had to return to Windsor Castle, where she lives, before curfew.

Francis bid farewell to his already slightly drunk brother, and even licked his dwindling hair, and said to Kate with a smile: "It's hard for you to marry him after Will loses his hair day by day."

"Siss." William was on the verge of screaming.

In exchange for the laughter of the two ladies, the Prince of England could do nothing about it.

Francis went out of the party. She put on her sky blue coat and hat of the same color, and walked through the garden path to the path by the side door. There was a Mercedes-Benz parked there. Beautiful female assistant.

"Good evening, Anthea." Francis greeted politely. She must not lose her royal reputation at any time, even if she was already shivering from the cold.

"Good evening, Your Highness."

She opened the car door for Francis, and Francis nodded and got into the car, and was very surprised to see the man in the three-piece suit, sitting there with an elegant demeanor.

Francis stared at him for a while, she didn't realize her rudeness, she frowned and said, "Oh, what the hell, what happened to the hair of English men when I went to America?"

Anthea, who had just gotten into the car, almost broke the door handle when she heard this. She was sure that the Boss' breath in the back seat had turned cold.

"Etiquette, my dear highness." The man said helplessly.

"My etiquette has never been criticized." Francis snorted coldly, and she muttered, "Can you get out of here quickly, sir? This kind of happy occasion is not suitable for me at all."

"This is a compulsory subject for you, Your Highness Francis." The gentleman said lightly, he was cold and almost expressionless, his sharp green eyes glanced at the beautiful princess, and the corners of his mouth curled, "You should be very happy today That's right, isn't this the ending you've been expecting?"

"What ending? The happy ending of the cinder girl? In fact, the royal family gave the world another fairytale wedding. Unlike my parents, this time the real commoner married the prince, and the cinder girl married their love." Francis said , her tone was flat, and she couldn't hear how happy she was.

"Actually, Miss Cinder is the Earl. People in the world always ignore what they don't want." The gentleman's tone was somewhat mocking.

"Anyway, after ten years of tossing around, Happyend is finally ushered in. I'll leave Harry alone." Francis didn't feel guilty at all, especially after being treated as a tree hole by a stupid brother in love, "Having two stupid older brothers is really a burden."

The husband has a very common topic about this. After all, he has a stupid younger brother and an unspeakable genius younger sister. They tortured him to death, including his increasingly worrying hairline.