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"Please, in this era, royal authority no longer has any meaning. Who would be so proud as to put on such a show!" Emma muttered angrily in her heart.

"Miss, you can go now." The mama said while standing at the door.

"I know." Emma nodded, then turned and walked out the door.

Several of Roschuval's servants came to Emma's side and helped her out of the room.

The nanny did not follow him. She walked to the other side of the corridor and picked up her cell phone to make a call.

"Have you prepared all the medicines?" Mammy asked, holding the phone.

"Yes." It's all ready. " The voice on the other end of the phone said.

"The dosage must not be too big, otherwise it will be detected by the people accompanying them. If the limit is reached, His Royal Highness' emotions will be stirred, and then he will forget about what happened tonight." the Mammy said.

"Got it." The voice on the other end of the phone said.

"We have to succeed this time. If His Royal Highness can stay in Emma's room tonight, then the matter with the wangfei will be settled." the Mammy said.

"Understood!"

With that said, the mama hung up the phone and walked downstairs expressionlessly.

After the mama left, a door not too far away from her quietly opened.

A person peeped out from behind the door.

This was none other than Sira.

At this moment, Syla's face was full of bewilderment and bewilderment. She had heard what the mama said just now. Although she hadn't heard the words completely, she had guessed pretty much what it meant.

"They actually plan on drugging His Royal Highness tonight, so His Royal Highness can sleep with Miss Emma!" Sheila clenched her fists and looked in terror in the direction the Mammy had disappeared to.

After a few seconds of silence, she gritted her teeth and walked to the other side, where Emma had gone.

Sheila walked very fast, and she ran into a lot of people along the way. Everyone was busy with the Prince's arrival, so no one paid too much attention to her.

After a while, she came downstairs.

On the first floor of the Rochshuar family building, there was a large banquet hall, where the most distinguished guests were held.

The door to the banquet hall was open, and the Prince had gone in with Hermione and the others, but Emma had not yet arrived.

She stood in the doorway for a moment, then Emma appeared.

Emma was accompanied by two servants, and they looked pretty decent.

When she saw Emma, she ran to her.

"Miss Emma, can I tell you something?" Sira said.

"Impudent, the Miss wants to see His Royal Highness, when will she have the time to listen to what you have to say?" a servant beside Emma snapped.

"Shut up. She's my friend." Emma frowned.

The two servants beside Emma shut their mouths.

"What is it?" Emma said.

"Miss, can you come with me? This is a private matter." Sira said.

"Alright." Emma nodded, instructing the two servants to wait for her on the spot, then followed Syla to a nearby staircase.

"What is it?" Emma asked.

"It's like this, miss. I just heard mama call, mama said …" Just as she was about to tell Emma what she had heard, a cold voice came from the corner of the stairs.

"What did I say?"

Following the voice, the mama walked out from around the corner of the stairs. Her face was extremely gloomy, giving off the feeling of an ice sculpture.

"Ah, Mammy!" Syla looked at the mama in alarm. She hadn't expected that the mama would actually come out of there.

"Momo." Emma nodded to Mammy, then looked at Sira. "What did you say you heard?"

"I... "I …" She looked hesitantly at Emma, then at Mammy.

"Miss, His Royal Highness is already inside. If there's anything you need, I'll tell you after the dinner. Hurry up and come with me." After saying that, the granny walked to Emma's side, took Emma's hand, and led her to the banquet hall without saying anything else.

"Sira, I'll come back to you after I finish eating." Emma said.

"Okay, okay." She nodded and watched Emma and Mammy leave.

Although it had only been less than a minute, Syla's back was completely drenched in sweat. She stood there blankly, watching Emma walk further and further away. The words were in her throat, but she couldn't say them.

"Bastard, Sira, what are you doing? This is a matter that concerns the happiness of our young mistress, how can you retreat before the battle!" Sira stomped her feet in irritation, then gritted her teeth and headed toward the banquet hall. She planned to tell Emma what she had heard from Mammy.

At that moment, two of the Roschuval servants came out of the banquet hall, and as soon as they came out of the hall, they immediately walked towards Sira.

She stopped abruptly and looked at the two men.

The two didn't say anything and just walked over to her.

Syla looked at the two of them in horror, and then she slowly stepped back.

The two men saw her retreat and ran straight for her.

How could Syla not know what was going on? She turned around and ran out of the building, and the two servants followed her out.

At the same time, in the banquet hall.

Mammy was standing in the corner beside the long table. A servant was standing beside Mammy.

"Don't make too much of a commotion, don't affect our plans for tonight. After capturing Syla, just lock her up, don't let him leave the manor." the Mammy said.

"Yes sir!" The servant by the mama's side nodded, then turned and left.

At this moment, a group of people were seated around a long table.

The long table was rectangular, with an arc at each end, with Prince Richard and Hermione seated separately.

A candlestick had been placed on the table. The candles had already been lit, and the flickering flames were wonderful to see in such a magnificent and magnificent hall.

Everyone at the table did not speak, because His Royal Highness also did not speak.

His Royal Highness's eyes were always on Emma, as if he was a bee watching flowers.

Everyone at the table was secretly delighted, it seemed that His Royal Highness was very satisfied with Emma.

"What's your name?" Prince Richard asked Emma a question in a rather awkward aristocratic accent.

"Emma." Emma spoke her name in the simplest Chinese Pinyin possible.

"Oh, what a beautiful name. Emma, in the language of our Perfume Country, you are indeed a beautiful flower. You are indeed just like a beautiful flower!" Prince Richard laughed.

"Thank you." Emma gave him a routine smile.

"Your Royal Highness, can we eat now?" Hermione asked with a smile.

"Let's eat." The Prince nodded.

Hermione glanced at Mammy, who nodded and turned away.

"Do you know? A few days ago, I met a wealthy Chinese. " Richard suddenly said.

Hermione's face tightened slightly. Did something interesting happen? "

"That rich man from China wants to invest in our country. I had a meal with him and he's really vulgar. Although a lot of people in China are very rich, but in terms of etiquette, he's way too different from our great country." Richard laughed.

"Your Royal Highness, the Confucius Path of Hua Xia was their first standard of etiquette, and when they had the Confucius Dao, it wasn't in our country." Emma said.

"Oh?" Richard raised his eyebrows.

"Your Royal Highness, Emma has been in China for a period of time. As you know, Chinese people are especially good at bewitching people's hearts. Emma has yet to recover from her enchantment, but I'm sure she will soon become the most qualified of the nobility. " Hermione laughed.

"Miss Emma, everyone in every country makes positive propaganda about their country. They say that the path of Confucius is the norm of etiquette, but who has ever seen Confucius Mencius in person? I've been to China before, so I don't know too much about China. China calls herself a nation of etiquette, and in my opinion, they're just boasting, but I once saw an investigation that the place with the most keyboard warriors and flyers in the entire world is China. Although these things are all connected, but it's enough to see that China isn't a country of ceremony. " said Richard.

"His Royal Highness is right, I've also been to China. The number of keyboard warriors and flamers there is definitely the largest in the world!" Emma's uncle, Hrun, said.

"There are no keyboard fighters in Perfume Country. No flamers?" Emma asked.

"But we don't have many." said Richard.

"There are 2 billion people in China and less than 100 million in Perfume Nation. How can there be more or less?" Emma asked.

"Actually, you are wrong. We don't have that many keyboard fighters and flamers. The main reason is because we are a free society! Unlike China, Chinese people have a lot of things they can't say, so they can only be keyboard fighters and flamers. " said Richard.

"Freedom of speech and openness does not mean that there is no lower limit, which is social ethics and the law. Where

I've been in China for a long time, and I feel that there are some areas where China has done very well, really very well. So, I don't like hearing you, as a noble, go harm such a beautiful country. " Emma said seriously.

"Emma!" Hermione snapped, frowning.

"Everyone has the right to express their opinions. I like Emma's personality very much. A lot more aristocratic girls are more interesting. Emma, let me toast you!" For your personality. " Richard laughed.

Emma smiled slightly, picked up her glass, and clinked it with Richard's.

The people sitting around the table all smiled. Although Emma hated the Prince, she seemed to have gotten a good result. Mobile users please browse and read, better reading experience.