[Zongyingmi] She is a princess and not sick

"No, noway. (No, absolutely not)"

"Siss!"

"No, Will, Henry." Francis said in a firm tone, frowning while holding her favorite Twinings tea, "Remember, she called me a little freak when I was young."

"She was nine years old at the time."

"I was only five years old at that time." Francis glared at his brother William.

William rubbed his nose and continued, "If you don't invite her, the media will make a lot of noise about your quarrel with Angela..."

"Actually, we are at odds," Francis retorted.

Harry patted his frustrated brother William, gloated and said, "You're really not a good lobbyist, dear brother. Siss, don't do this to him, look at how his hair is tortured .”

William: ...Mud plays the game!

It is really tiring to have such a pair of bratty siblings.

Francis lingered on William's head for a moment, then turned her to her computer: "Well, I could invite her to my housewarming party, but someone has to take responsibility for her, don't make a fuss at my party Come on. Zara has been busy with her wedding lately, and Beatrice and Eugenie don't pay much attention to her, so who is in charge of you two?"

William and Harry looked at each other and said in unison: "What do you think of Peter? He's the biggest one?"

"You two really know how to shirk responsibility." Francis reached out to the cookies on the table.

William touched his nose, and he noticed Francis' computer: "What are you doing, Siss?"

"It's about the company. Nolan plans to set up a branch in Europe." Francis bit her biscuit, "Oh, the biscuit is a bit sweet."

Harry noticed the number at the bottom and opened his mouth in surprise: "That number is..."

"This is my money, this month's collection. It can be used for castle repairs and charity." Francis turned her head and asked her brothers, "What do you think? Grandma's 60th anniversary is next year."

"It's a good idea. It takes a lot of money to repair the castle. You know that grandma has always cared about the outside world's evaluation of the royal family." Harry said, "The outside world has always said that we are too extravagant."

"We have a lot of artist gems that don't last forever. It would be a waste to let them run down. I hate the media." Francis frowned and decided, "Just do it."

William nodded: "I'll get in touch."

Francis raised his hand: "I'm responsible for paying the money."

Harry smiled: "I am responsible for keeping it secret."

The siblings cast contemptuous glances at him.

Harry scratched his hair: "To be honest, Siss. I didn't even know you had a talent for doing business. I thought our family was all like Ed."

"Oh, that was a nightmare." William, one of the victims, said.

"In fact, I once studied mathematics at MIT, and I met Nolan there." Francis shrugged, "I am very sensitive to numbers, and Nolan hit it off with me."

Harry reached out and picked up a cookie and said very seriously: "I'm going to list this American as a refusal account."

"Oh, be more decent, just like grandma said." William said seriously, "You tell that Mr. Ross that Harry really has two guns."

"Three, actually. My brother."

Francis looked at her brothers speechlessly: "Are you two serious?"

William and Harry looked at each other, and said in unison in a very serious way: "Of course."

Francis was about to say something when her phone rang, and a capital H was displayed on the phone screen. She smiled at her brother and walked a few steps away from her position to answer the phone.

"Hi, I'm Francis."

"Hallo, Victoria. This is Harold."

Francis smiled, and she looked down: "I think you have received a gift."

"Yes, a very handsome cane. It comes in handy when I'm doing business."

"Glad to hear it came in handy, Harold." Francis stroked his blown blond hair. "If you need help, you can call me. Did you enjoy working with the ex-Mr. CIA?"

"Everything is fine. I'm sorry, but nothing about Seth has been tracked down."

"Never mind, I still have a lot of time to track it down. The rest of my life," Francis said.

There was silence on the phone for a while, and then I spoke again: "What's wrong with you? Victoria? Something has changed you."

Francis pursed his lips and narrowed his blue eyes against the wind: "Have you ever trusted anyone, Harold?"

"Yes." The voice on the other end of the phone answered after a pause.

"Webotharenottrustingsomeoneanymore.Nooneatall (now we all no longer trust some people, no one is worth trusting)" Francis smiled, but there were some intricate things hidden in the smile, "I once let one person control my life Life, everything to me. I believed in him, he was my belief. But now, the game has changed."

Finch on the other end of the phone remembered a recent incident, he said to the young princess: "We always have to learn to trust certain people."

"Obviously, you can't do that." Francis smiled and waved at his brother who was looking at him.

"Yes. Time will tell."

"The question is how long?" Francis frowned, "I can't believe it now, I have already started to guard against him."

"The world is changing every day. Nothing is impossible," Harold said.

"You're right." Francis remembered something, "By the way, can you wear gloves when you do business? Do you know how many times I hacked into the system to wipe your fingerprints?"

"I don't think this kind of advice is useful," said Harold on the other end of the phone.

Francis raised his forehead: "Okay, it's up to you. Oh, yes, Seth may not only be in Egypt, I suspect they are also in Italy, and some members are in the United States. Please pay attention, Harold. I will get to you later A brand of black tea was issued in the past, the place of origin is the United States, I think you know better."

"Ok."

"Goodbye, Harold."

"Goodbye, Victoria."

Francis hung up the phone and walked towards her brothers to continue her afternoon tea.

MI6 Headquarters

Mycroft lowered his head and flipped through the old photos. In the photo, a baby was wearing the dress worn by Queen Victoria's eldest daughter at the christening, lying quietly in her mother's arms, with blue eyes open, looking curiously at the surroundings. her people.

He turned the page and saw a two-year-old little girl being held in her arms by her elder brother. The other elder brother stood on tiptoe to look at the little girl, and took out his finger to tease the cute-looking younger sister.

In the next photo, a six-year-old girl in a tutu imitated her mother and stood on tiptoe, showing a bright smile.

The two brothers took the little girl to have a snowball fight in the snow.

Mycroft flipped through an exclusive collection of photos from the royal family, which will be displayed at the birthday party, where the royal family will show the world how Princess Frances has grown from a baby to the graceful and confident woman she is now.

Francis was a beautiful princess, more beautiful than any princess in the European royal family.

She will be the most highly educated in the royal family, with both wisdom and beauty.

Mycroft looked at a photo of Frances taken at Caltech, the young princess in a sky-blue dress, standing under a tree and smiling.

Maybe it was because his eyes were too focused, and the way he looked at her was no longer the comfort of an elder.

It's a man looking at another woman.

The author has something to say: Mycroft should not fall in love, not at all