The heavy snow has changed the color of heaven and earth.
In this heavy snow, a team of about three hundred people was advancing in the direction of Silvermoon City.
Eight knights wearing red armors are holding the "Jing Shi Fei Yan" flag, riding at the forefront of the team.
The half-elf civilians on the side of the road saw this banner and were so scared that they knelt and saluted.
Because, Jingshi Feiyan is the badge of the Glory Empire imperial family.
In a luxury carriage in the center of the team, a 13- or 14-year-old boy was looking at a piece of information that the attendant had just sent in, with a look of surprise on his face.
It is not difficult to guess from his clothing style and the badge on his chest that the young boy is the empire's prince-His Royal Highness Harrison San Lorenzo.
"Mother, the Pegasus Legion in the East was completely wiped out under Silver Moon City..."
Empress Midella was leaning languidly on the collapse, covered with thick fox fur. After hearing her son's question, she did not open her eyes, and said in a light tone:
"I haven't fought in the East for so many years. Has the army been so unbearable? I lost to a half-elf."
"And the black cavalry."
"Black Cavalry?"
"Yes, it should be the remnant army that escaped from Shadow Canyon. According to intelligence, there are eight thousand men and horses."
Queen Midella then opened her eyes, revealing a curious look.
Prince Harrison quickly handed over the information, and said in doubt: "Mother, why didn't this black cavalry remnant escape back to the north, but instead went to Silvermoon City?"
"Because their task is to protect Vera, and Vera is still in Silvermoon City." Empress Midella gave a reason casually, but her eyes were fixed on the name of Viscount Anglia.
I don't know what was remembered, a strange smile suddenly appeared on the queen's pretty face.
Prince Harrison seemed to believe this reason. After hesitating for a moment, he asked again: "Mother, the Duke of St. Hild, the Duke of St. Pros, and the half-elf royal family, should they all be vassals of the father?"
"Yes."
"Then...Should we stop them from fighting each other like this?"
When Queen Midella heard the words, she looked up into her son's eyes and asked with a smile: "Do you want the vassals of the San Lorenzo family to be in harmony with each other and get along with each other?"
"Shouldn't it be?" Prince Harrison's eyes were full of doubt.
"Harrison, do you think that with the strength of the San Lorenzo family, you can beat the North?"
"It might work."
"What about the northern border plus the eastern border?"
"..." Prince Harrison hesitated, not daring to make a statement for a moment.
"Plus the West, or even the South?" Queen Midella looked coldly, "Tell me, if the dukes of the four realms unite, how should the San Lorenzo family respond?"
Prince Harrison suddenly broke into cold sweat and said nothing.
However, Queen Midella didn't seem to let her son easily let go, just staring at him all the time, waiting for his answer.
After a while, Prince Harrison replied cautiously: "Mother, aren't you the sister of the Duke of St. Hilde? I also have the blood of the St. Hilde family in my body. The North will not resist the royal family, right?"
"Haha, are there few intermarriage among the Paladins of the Empire? If marriage can solve all political problems, there will be no war in this world.
When a wise lord decides the position of the family, he will only consider the interests, rather than marrying a few women. "
Prince Harrison opened his mouth, a little dumbfounded.
He wanted to ask his mother, if one day the Northern Territory really stood on the opposite side of the royal family, which side would she help?
But after hesitating for a moment, he still didn't have the guts to ask such a question.
After thinking about it, Prince Harrison said again: "Isn't there still the [Sacred Covenant]? Does the Duke of the Four Realms dare to tear up the agreement, abandon the promise, and challenge the status of the San Lorenzo family?"
Queen Midella sneered: "Harrison, remember that all verbal promises and paper agreements can be betrayed at any time. If you want to ensure the loyalty of your vassals, you can only rely on your own strength."
Prince Harrison nodded hardly: "I understand, mother. Therefore, we can't let the dukes of the four realms unite, we must make them contradict each other, so that the San Lorenzo family can maintain control of the empire."
Queen Midella then showed a gratified smile, stretched out her hand and gently touched her son's hair, nodded and said: "Yes. You have to remember that the guarantee of the San Lorenzo family's transcendent status lies in balancing the four realms. Mutual restraint."
Prince Harrison nodded heavily, keeping his mother's words in his heart.
Then he asked again: "So, what about the half-elf kingdom? How should we treat this kind of subject country?"
"This kind of small country doesn't need to spend too much time." Queen Midella's expression is obviously a lot more casual, "However, judging from this battle, the half-elf army seems to have some merits, but it is worth drawing in."
"Then I still follow the original plan to crown Queen Aisha?"
Queen Midella looked at her son with interest: "Do you have any other ideas?"
Seeing his mother's encouraging gaze, Prince Harrison plucked up the courage and said:
"I think that although the Mediwyn family claimed to give way to the Miller family, it is inevitable that persecution and threats are indispensable. If I crown a usurper like Aisha Miller, wouldn't it make the empire even worse? Do many careerists see hope?
Therefore, I think that Queen Aisha should be deposed and the Medivh family back on the throne. In this way, the Medivh family must follow San Lorenzo closely whether it is out of gratitude or seeking support. Behind the family. "
"What you said makes sense." Queen Midella nodded appreciatively.
Prince Harrison just smiled, but listened to his mother to continue: "But do you know the consequences of refusing to crown Aisha Miller?"
"What is it?"
"It's the resentment of the half-elves, and the dissatisfaction of the Northern Territory. More serious, maybe you don't even want to leave Silvermoon City intact."
Prince Harrison's smile instantly solidified, and he whispered in a frightened voice: "It's not... so serious, is it?"
Queen Midella's face was extremely serious: "Harrison, you have to know that there is no strategy to support it, it's just a joke.
Do you want to depose Queen Aisha? But have you ever wondered how lofty she is in the hearts of half-elves after this big victory? If you do this, will it arouse the resentment of the half-elves?
Do you want to righteous the Modiwen family? But they do not have the strength and reputation to support them, can they win the allegiance of thousands of half-elves and soldiers with just a word of you?
There is also the North, they will willingly watch you take away the half-elf kingdom that they paid a great price to control easily?
Could it be that you are going to rely on the three-hundred guards outside to control the situation in the half-elf kingdom? "
Listening to the mother's questioning, Prince Harrison suddenly sweated.
The young prince was obviously frightened by the danger contained in the political battle.
When Queen Midella saw this, she sighed softly, and pulled her young son into her arms comfortingly said: "Harrison, you still have a lot to learn, but before that, you must Remember, talk less, do less, observe more.
Young lion cubs must learn to hide their fangs and claws, because they will not frighten the enemy, but will only cause fear and vigilance. "
"Yes, mother, I will obediently crown Queen Aisha." Prince Harrison buried his head in his mother's arms, muttering.
"En." Queen Midella rubbed her son's hair and reminded again, "In addition, you should also pay attention to drawing Viscount Anglia in the north."
"Why?"
"Because he is now the real master of the half-elf kingdom."
Prince Harrison raised his head for unknown reasons, but saw that his mother didn't mean to explain further.
Instead, he stared at the last sentence of the intelligence in a daze.
That sentence is impressively--
Queen Aisha is pregnant.