Anne Margaret Agnelli was dressed in a solemn black long dress and seemed to be at the funeral at any time, and gently knocked on the heavy carved wooden door.

"Come in." said a low, majestic and slightly impatient voice in the study.

Agnelli's mouth drooped, and when he saw the daughter who looked like his wife walked in, she was always confused and innocent, with a straight body plate, especially a square plate under her chest, which was a long, flat bone. Its existence made women more and more nervous body postures. It is said that when encountering some confused admirers who attempt to strip away women's clothes and invade their bodies, girls can also pull out this long bone as a self-defense weapon - although it has been proven that it has nothing to do except limit her breathing, oppress her internal organs, and restrict her activities.

After Anne gave him a hard curtsy, he moved the disgusting and hatred look away from his daughter, "Your affairs at Feilencui have caused me a lot of trouble." Agnelli's silver-white eyebrows were knotted, "How did you get together with Alexander Sallyeri? And asked He Sai to call me, do you know how much face I lost?!" He slapped the table angrily and saw the little girl crying with satisfaction.

"I...I didn't do anything..." Annie sobbed and defended: "I met a bad guy...but he couldn't do anything, so someone rescued me."

"I have to say you're lucky! But why did it be someone from the Sallyieri family call me?"

"Probably...because I'm also a Sardinian, the police thought we were together..."

"What policeman, that's the Templar. Forget it, you can't understand it even if you say it! You really haven't encountered anything? Then why are you going to the hospital? Are you sure you haven't been touched?"

"I fell and injured - definitely not. That's such a shame. Even if I die, I won't be touched by me."

"You'd better tell me the truth." Anelli said gloomyly: "I've read the interrogation transcripts of the Templars... You've said you're not a virgin..."

"I have never said this before, the Virgin Mary testified!" Anne shouted in a hurry almost immediately, "It was another little girl who said this, but she was still taken away by the devil!"

"Quiet!" Agnelli roared, and then he suddenly fell silent, as if thinking about something: "What is that little girl's name?"

"Rosalia."

"Rosalia, oh, it's the guardian of the Templar." Agnelli murmured to himself: "These hypocritical guys."

"You idiot!" He scolded his daughter: "Don't you know you've been framed? You only know how to cry all day long. Like your mother, you're a pickle jar full of stinky brine!" Agnelli stood up irritably and took two steps in the office: "This is the end of this matter," he made a decision, "During this time, you'll be obediently in your room and copy the Virgin Mary, and you're not allowed to go anywhere, just do it at home for a week! So that this matter will be forgotten quickly!"

"But... my grandfather said he would come to pick me up in the afternoon..."

"That old guy! Go and go! Tell him not to forget the most important thing! And tell him that I have been guarding you in the hospital during the days he chattered!"

"Yes, father." Anne replied docilely.

Agnelli waved his hand like a fly, with a very large amplitude. His fingertips brushed Anne's cheeks, and it immediately hurt. She immediately ran to the door at the fastest speed she could. When she turned around and was about to close the door carefully, Agnelli called her.

"What is the one who saved you? Alisa?"

Alexander, Anne almost blurted out, but she woke up in time, but bit her tongue so hard that it hurt. Fortunately, she kept talking in a crying voice, and her voice was blurry and she couldn't hear it very much: "I'm sorry... I don't know what the policeman is."

"Didn't Alexander save you?" Agnelli asked harshly, "If that's the case, I'd still thank him. I heard that he is a pretty good guy, right?"

"I don't know..." Annie showed an ignorant look at the right time: "They are all bad people and should be locked up." She seemed to be trying hard to recall: "It was the police who saved me, he was wearing black clothes." Finally, it was an innocent and firm affirmation. Yo, I have to thank you for this, Lily Annie thought in her heart.

Agnelli was both angry and fucked by his daughter's childishness, but he felt more relieved. He glanced at the documents halfway drafted on the table - asking the Queen to become the crown prince.

He has confirmed that his father-in-law, who has more than a quarter of the power of the House of Commons, will not go against him, so the MPs he controls can at least compete with the House of Lords (Court of Nobles). Agnelli does not want to be ruined by his daughter's dream at this time.

In any case, Alex must not be allowed to become the crown prince!

"Father?……"

"Shut up, close the door! Go back to your room!" he said coldly.

Anne returned to her room in a semi-dementia state, and along the way she half-lowed her head in case the servants saw her blushed face and neck by the surging anger.

***

"Oh, oh, oh...my little Anne." His cheeks were like roses, his nose was like cherries, and he smiled happily, his cheeks were covered with white beards - no, this is not a description of Santa Claus, this is the most vivid portrayal of Anne Margaret Agnelli's grandfather and the prime minister's father-in-law: "My dear little Anne, my heart is about to break when I heard about your accident." He hugged his granddaughter and walked towards his small living room: "Look, what a coincidence, I happened to hunt with Count Santiya at that time. A new group of elk came in there, and it was like an earthquake. You must have never seen such a large antlers - it can fill the room. The deer's meat was so tender, roasted with white fragrant wood, sprinkled with black pepper, and served with late cherries and whiskey from West Sardinia. It tasted so wonderful. Dear, you have to taste it sooner or later."

He took Anne diligently to sit down on the sofa. Anne looked around and found that one or two items were missing on the walls. The refreshments on the round table were not so exquisite.

"I'm not interested in venison. If I hit the fox, I can leave a piece of skin for me to use as an embellishment on the cushion." Anne listlessly shook the fan on her hand, with a bit of artificial arrogance, which was completely different from the idiot she looked like in the morning.

"Oh, little Annie, cruel little Annie, you really can hit your grandfather." Grandpa said this, but his eyes were shining: "But it's so charming! It's so great that you are not like your mother! She is just too reserved, so she is always unpopular."

"Maybe..." Anne replied slowly, playing with the fan in her hand wholeheartedly.

"What, my little Annie? Are you a little unhappy? Who has provoked you? Tell me and tell me to your grandpa."

Annie pouted: "It's my father, I'm scolding me for the sake of Fei Lengcui."

"Filengcui? Oh, I understand." The old nobleman touched his beard, "He is a mean fool! So, have you really met His Highness Alexander?"

"Holy Virgin," Anne shouted in surprise: "He is really His Highness?"

"It's true! Mrs. Langbar told me in person." The old nobleman pulled his beard in remorse, "A kind saint! When I first saw the child standing with the queen, I knew that they were as noble as blood... Only the blind man who opened his eyes like your father would not be able to see it... I heard that His Highness rushed into the nest of sin and rescued you from the demon's hands? What a romantic thing," he sighed long and said, "Oh, it's such a pity. Why didn't you stay with His Highness for a longer period of time? You are all young people, with noble status, and you should have a very speculative talk."

"It's very speculative, but my father doesn't want me to stay with him for more," Anne said aggrievedly. She covered her lower half of her face with a fan, her big eyes were bright, but she laughed endlessly in her heart - because she mistakenly married her daughter to the Anelli family, which the nobles were deeply disdainful of the nobles, so the old nobles were excluded from the noble circle for a long time. Although he still had some strength in the House of Commons, no noble would invite him to hunt, afternoon tea, or dance all night... As the queen's close female official, Mrs. Langbar would not talk to him. He was just deceiving the little girl who "knows nothing".

"Don't listen to that fool! If it weren't for the Queen's permission to disturb the crown prince, now the Salieri manor is full of carriages!" The old noble lamented again: "What a great opportunity."

Anne curled her lips under the cover of the fan, "Ah, I remembered it, my father asked me to say, he was with me in the hospital for the days you have been complaining, and don't forget anything important."

"Then he didn't accompany you, this cold and ruthless bastard." The old nobleman thought, "Then where did he go?"

"I don't know," said Anne. "But when I was with His Highness Alexander, I heard that my father's illegitimate son Anto was a little unhappy with him."

"It's not just unhappy." The old nobleman said gloomyly: "They just take the other person's life... Your Highness even tells you about this?" He looked at his granddaughter. Look, what a beautiful rose, but it was because of her father that it was difficult for her to choose her favorite husband from the hereditary nobles in the aristocratic house. Perhaps even the Virgin could not even see the Virgin, which gave Little Anne a chance to get to know the Crown Prince, but because of her father's relationship... or the relationship between that bastard, a shadow flashed through the old noble's eyes.

Do you have to bring this mistake into the grave?

"Little Annie." The old man sat down next to his granddaughter intimately, "What do you think of Your Highness?"

"Your Highness, oh, he is brave! But he is also knowledgeable and enthusiastic." Anne replied as if he had no intention.

"He's very enthusiastic about my little Annie... This is really good news."

"What are you thinking about? My grandfather. He has a fiancée."

"That Lily?" the old noble laughed exaggeratedly: "They don't even have a formal engagement! No noble will admit that a rough fishing village girl belongs to their princess." He suddenly shook his head regretfully: "And most people will hope that the crown prince can marry a real princess." He glanced at Anne's surprised look and quickly comforted: "Even if that is not the case, every king has a mistress."

Anne's fan fell to the ground.

"The king ruled the country, and love ruled the king. Anne, you must seize the opportunity. Now His Highness Alexander knows only one noble girl. You are not only his lover, but also his teacher and his guide, just like Mrs. Monchichi, who has the king's love for nearly twenty years, and even the queen must obey her arrangements."

Anne took advantage of the opportunity to pick up the fan and concealed her irresistible tremor, "She was beheaded in the twenty days after the king's love disappeared."

The old noble seemed to have no idea of ​​the sarcasm of his granddaughter naked. He smiled happily for the glory he imagined, "Oh, don't worry," he said lightly: "Mrs. Monchichi is just a civilian, and you, my little Anne, you are a noble."

***

The old nobleman hurriedly ended his afternoon tea with his granddaughter, which gave Anne an hour of free time.

"Turn, I'm going to the Franciscan Cemetery."

"The master asked you to go home directly."

"This is what my grandfather meant. He wanted me to see my mother." Anne said expressionlessly, not even looking at the talkative maid.

She bought a large bouquet of violets and put on a black veil. The maid followed her from afar.

The cemetery beside the Franciscan Church is a huge tranquil lawn, surrounded by the woods, hundreds of square headstones lying among the green grass, as calm and quiet as the dead, statues of the Holy Lord, the Virgin, or the angels stood scattered by the headstone, their eyes were always so kind and warm; the long wooden chairs were filled with leaves that blew off last night, and the tall and lush trees were filled with white birds. Anne remembered that his mother said that these were the souls of the dead.

Here, Anne is Anne, not the Anne that others want to see.

No wonder some people love death.

There were still only fallen leaves on the headstone of her mother. Annie knelt in front of the headstone, reached out to sweep away the thick leaves, and placed her own flowers. Since she went to Fei Lengcui, no one has come to see her. My mother is very lonely. She died when Annie was 8 years old, and she had never had a full term son and didn't even have a name, Annie's little brother.

She thought she would cry loudly, but found that she could not shed a single tear.

My mother is a weak and gentle person. Anne loves her and she loves Anne very much. She always hopes that Anne can get married as soon as possible and give birth to an heir for her husband - this is something she has not been able to do even if she gave up her life, but Anne doesn't think so.

Anne wants more.

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(Author's words: The next chapter preview, the nobles, and the poor are invited to appear.)

Oh, interested adults can guess what Anne wants.
Chapter completed!