[Zongyingmi] She is a princess and not sick

"Where's Angela?" Frances sat on the couch, it was family time, even though it was just her, Harry and her grandparents, "she got into trouble and just ran away."

"She didn't show up. That woman just showed Lily those photos." Philip looked at his silent wife and sat beside her.

"Power show. We're one of the most powerful families in Europe. Clever and evil." Francis said, turning to Harry, "I'm very angry, Harry."

"We're all pissed," Harry said, "Grandma, are you okay?"

"Don't worry about Liz, Harry. She and Philip went through World War II together. The most important thing now is how to solve this matter." Francis held the Queen's hand, "This is the most difficult thing. William and Kate are working hard to change The image of the royal family. If Angela's incident gets out, it will be another blow to the royal family. This is the problem."

"These photos must be resolved." The queen covered her face with some disappointment, "No one around me can solve this kind of thing."

"Ok, let me figure out a way. I have to find someone who is capable, tight-lipped, and has no interest in our affairs...OMG...Sherlock." After Francis made a description, she immediately remembered the curly-haired big detective.

"You're talking about Mycroft's brother, Sherlock. I saw him at your birthday party." Queen Elizabeth was the first to respond, "He's a detective."

"Get a private eye? That wouldn't be a good idea." Harry frowned.

"It's not a private detective, it's a consulting detective." Francis explained to Harry, "That's his original creation, and there is only one in the world. When Scotland Yard has something that can't be solved, he will come to him. Remember the serial fake suicide case. Sherlock The murderer was caught."

"I thought it was Scotland Yard's job." Philip had followed the incident, read their reports.

"They worked hard, but Sherlock caught the murderer. But he doesn't want that credit." Francis said.

Harry raised his eyebrows: "Sounds like the person we're looking for."

"William's birthday and Zara's getting married, I think we'd better not tell them, what do you think, Harry?" Francis asked Harry.

"Of course." Harry nodded.

As Harry and Francis were about to leave, Philip called for his plum pudding.

"Little plum pudding, we need to talk, alone."

Francis put her hand on Harry's back. She glanced at Philip and patted Harry: "Hey, honey, you go first. I have an important date."

"I see, Babysister. Bye." Harry kissed Francis on the cheek.

"Goodbye, Harry." Francis looked at Harry's leaving back with a smile, turned around on tiptoe, raised her eyebrows and looked at her coolest grandfather in the world, "OK, there are only two of us left, Grandpa."

"Come with me, little plum pudding." Philip beckoned to Francis, and she obediently put her arm into Philip's.

Philip took Francis to the attic, which was Francis' favorite place when he was a child, but since Diana's death, Francis rarely went to the attic.

"I remember you liked the attic when you were a child. Diana told you stories in the attic." Philip took Francis to the small flower window in the attic, looking out at the garden of Buckingham Palace.

"I remember. My mom, she was really good at telling stories." Francis nodded with a smile.

Philip turned his head to look into Francis' young and bright eyes: "I know that this family has not set a good example for you. Siss. I don't know how much trauma the family has caused in your heart. After all, you were still such a young man at that time. Young. I know that no one in the family has set you a good marriage example. I have been worried about you, Siss."

"Philip." Francis didn't expect Philip to say this.

Philip stopped Francis's defense: "I have to tell you something, Siss. You think you can really fool an old navy. I am your grandfather, and you have lived with me since Diana died. Back in 02, something bad happened. I wasn't with Lily White when mum and Margot passed away. This was the first time Lily White threw a tantrum at me, I mean real Make her sad. That's when I found out that this woman is the one I fell in love with, my Lily White. She is calm, dignified, beautiful, and she handles a world war well, just like you But that doesn't mean she's invincible. Of all her grandchildren, you are the one who resembles her the most."

Listening to his grandfather's confession, Francis twitched the corner of his mouth slightly: "That's why you like me the most, Grandpa."

"Yes, little plum pudding. Life isn't perfect, it's not a fairytale. Marriage is too." Philip stroked Francis' blonde hair, "I know you're very cautious about your relationship. But I'm happy to be at your birthday party Seeing you have so many friends. Friends, it is a wonderful existence. Sissy, sometimes you need to try. I can feel you are afraid, afraid of change. Because you are Windsor, Lily White is sometimes stubborn It literally killed me."

"It's almost a family tradition, tumbling, planting trees and being stubborn." Francis gave Philip a hug, "Thank you, Philip."

"You're welcome. Just remember that we're always by your side, Siss. You own us." Philip held her face in his hands and looked her in the eyes seriously. "I agree with you to have a relationship, but, Don't get married so soon. You can follow Zara's example, she's a little too early."

"OK, I'm going to have a relationship. But I won't get married in the near future." Francis raised his eyebrows, "I can guarantee it."

"Justenjoyyourlife, my little plum pudding." Philip kissed her on the cheek. "Today's dessert is plum pudding. Do you want to stay for dinner?"

"No. I have an appointment. Next time."

Francis refused Philip's offer, and she drove to Pall Mall, where she made an appointment with McCaughey for dinner, and made it herself.

She poured some cat food for Brian, then took the ingredients from the refrigerator and started cooking, and when she brought the salmon salad to the table, Mycroft came back, and she couldn't help smiling when she saw the look on his face.

"Let me guess. You look upset, Congresswoman? Menopausal Congresswoman? Must be driving you nuts." Francis offered Mycroft a glass of water.

"You can't imagine, Eric. A woman of this age is the nightmare of every man, let alone a congresswoman." Mycroft finished his glass of water, "What's dinner? Are you kidding me, salmon Is that all, Sarah. Don't do this to me, Eric."

"I got your medical report. Sir." Francis spread his hands. "Until your weight reaches the target, you can only eat salad, vegetables, fruit, and fish salad. Oh, I have prepared dessert."

She pointed to another plate.

Mycroft sighed heavily: "Five cookies?"

"It's better than nothing, sir."

"How did you get my medical report? It's confidential."

"Well, if you have the bearest brother in England, I will tell you that anything is possible." Francis took the tableware from the kitchen and came over to take a look at Mycroft, paying special attention to his hairline, "Your What kind of confidentiality is the medical report.”

"Oh, Sherlock." Mycroft took a deep breath, sat down, and Brian came to grab his trouser legs.

"Brian is a pure-blooded Scottish fold cat. Now it is as fat as a ball." Francis squatted down and hugged the little gray ball, "Brian also needs to control his weight."

"Meow~" Brian called out in protest.

"Protesting is useless, my dear. Miss Meow doesn't like you like this." Francis put it down, and she looked at McCoff who was frowning and facing Sarah and said seriously, "Sir, I'm serious, you If you continue to indulge like this, according to the age gap between you and me, when I reach the age of all men's nightmares, I will have to visit your grave every year, with Sherlock. Instead of admiring the way you have Alzheimer's disease."

"Ok, I'll fix those salads."

Francis curled his lips into a smile: "Actually, there are two more plum puddings in the kitchen. Grandfather has been talking about delicious plum puddings all day. So, half for each."

Mycroft raised his eyebrows: "Of course."

"Also, I'm a good cook. You shouldn't look at my salad with that poisonous expression."

"I apologize, sorry."

Francis nodded her acceptance of his apology, and she got down to business: "I think you already know something. Irene Adler."

"Leave this to me, Eric." McCoff put down the cutlery and said seriously.

"Angela and the royal family are this woman's target? Oh, don't make that look, sir. I want to know. My family can't afford any scandal, it's been on the edge of a cliff for nearly 50 years, sir."

"Alik, all of this will be resolved. I promise." Mycroft said to Francis.

Francis lowered his blue eyes and said angrily, "I'm going to kill Angela."

The author has something to say: Seeing the dinner, McCoff's heart collapsed, but fortunately Eric didn't cancel the dessert.