Chapter 156: Convoy and Road

Early Tuesday morning, the moon had just completely set in the sky and the sun would not rise for more than an hour. It was the darkest time of the day.

However, under the illumination of thousands of blubber street lamps, the entire Redwood Avenue was as bright as day. The usually quiet Redwood Avenue became noisy ahead of time in this extremely luxurious light.

Coal, flour, spices, lamps... boxes and baskets of all sizes, piles of expensive utensils, mountains of silk ribbons and velvet...

The carriages carrying all kinds of supplies and gifts almost completely filled the spacious freight road. These carriages lined up in a row, like a long dragon crisscrossing and entangled, winding towards the Ryan Manor at the end of Redwood Avenue...

Wow, it’s worthy of the Duke Lionheart’s succession ceremony, they are really willing to spend money!
Leaning her head out of a two-wheeled light carriage, she looked at the endless queue ahead. As if feeling uncomfortable from the cold wind of late autumn, the young woman in a light blue dress quickly retreated into the carriage, rubbing her red, round nose and mumbling:
"What a mistake. If I had known it was so cold today, I would have worn two more layers of clothing when I went out."

"..."

Seeing the young woman who was so cold that she blew hot air on her palms and stamped her feet rudely, the middle-aged lady sitting opposite her endured it again and again, but finally couldn't help but opened her mouth to remind her:

"Your Highness Veronica, even if you sneaked out, please pay attention to your manners!"

"Please spare me today. I'm too cold to care about my manners. To be honest, if the carriage could be warmed up now, I would even let me go down and dance for you, not to mention my manners."

After laughing and joking with the middle-aged lady, the young woman tugged at her woolen shawl to cover the two white hills that almost jumped out of the edge of her petticoat, then leaned against the car window and continued to observe the convoy outside.

"There are really a lot of people here today..."

Squinting her eyes, she looked at the noble road for a while, counted the number of carriages passing by, and then the pretty young woman said with a half-smile:

"Silver Marigold, Mandarin Bird, Light Shield... Haha, in just a short while, three great noble families have already passed by. It seems that the Ryan family's inheritance is indeed tempting enough.

Regardless of whether they should come or not, all those who are capable want to take the opportunity to come and take a big bite. I'm afraid today's inheritance ceremony will be very lively!"

"..."

I don’t know if it will be lively later, but this skirt is really too hot on you!
Seeing the young woman's full breasts almost being squeezed out from her front due to her posture of leaning against the window frame, the middle-aged lady's eyelids twitched. She hurriedly reached out and pulled her back, saying angrily:
"Your Highness, please pay attention to your manners! Really...

If your identity is exposed at the ceremony, the entire royal family will be ashamed to see you wearing such indecent clothes! You should at least find a dress that fits you better before you come out!"

"This... I can't do anything about it..."

After looking down at her dress, the young woman stretched out her hand and tugged at the pleats at her waist, letting the middle-aged lady see how much space was left. Then she said helplessly:
"My skirt is a special size, usually it's custom made. This is the most suitable skirt I could find in a hurry. If you don't believe me, look at how big the gap is at the waist. If it's any bigger, it won't fit me."

"..."

Looking at the dress, which was originally simple in style but looked particularly impactful on her, the middle-aged lady's mouth twitched violently.

She roughly snatched the young woman's shawl, then pulled off the tassels on the carriage cushion, tied a dozen flower buttons on the side of the shawl, and weaved a net edge to cover the front.

After putting the modified shawl back on the young woman, the middle-aged lady couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief as she looked at her chest covered by the tassel net. She then threatened through gritted teeth, "When we get to the manor later, even if you die of heat, you can't take off this shawl. You must wear it well! Do you hear me?"

isn't it?
The young woman was slightly startled when she heard this. She looked down at the unusually thick shawl, and a look of difficulty appeared on her pretty face.

"This is made of pure wool, and it has the densest stitches. Besides, there is a charcoal stove burning in Ryan Manor. If I don't take off the shawl..."

"Your Highness Veronica!"

"Okay, okay, I won't take off my shawl."

Looking at the "wear it or die" expression on the middle-aged lady's face, knowing that this was the other party's bottom line, the young woman could only sigh, obediently covered herself with the shawl, and then stuck her head out of the window again to look at the traffic outside the window.

"By the way, you told me to take the goods road instead of the highway road. That's a good idea. If I take the highway road, I won't see so many interesting things."

After several carriages painted with three-feathered bronze crowns sped past on the road, the young woman counted the number of nobles participating in the ceremony and smiled at the worried middle-aged lady:
"Look, that little scoundrel count is here too. I wonder if he brought the cabbage with him?"

The Count of Little Punk?
After hearing the young woman's words, the middle-aged lady couldn't help but frowned and asked:

"Your Highness, what does the little scoundrel count mean?"

"It's a curse word."

The young woman smiled and explained:
"The new Duke of Lionheart had a conflict with this little jerk Earl a few days ago. After discovering that the Earl had the title of Earl but only had three basic feathers on his emblem, he poked his finger at the emblem on his chest and said with disdain that he was a little jerk, which almost pissed him off to death on the spot.

Later, when the little scoundrel Earl woke up, in order to retaliate against the Duke of Lionheart's ridicule, he placed a cabbage in his house and threatened that the Duke of Lionheart's position would rot faster than the cabbage in his house. "

After explaining the origins of "The Count of Little Punk" and "The Duke of Cabbage" to the middle-aged lady, the young woman smiled and said:
"Although he will soon inherit the title of Duke, the Duke Lionheart gives people the feeling that he is... not very noble. The reason why I had to come to watch the inheritance ceremony today was to see what interesting things he could do."

Your Highness... after all, you are still a young man who likes to be lively...

Seeing the young woman smiling happily, no longer frowning and thinking as usual, the middle-aged lady's heart softened a little. She was about to say something when she heard a sudden noise coming from the back.

"Get out of the way!"

“Make way! Make way!”

"The royal family is traveling, pedestrians please stay away!"

The two people in the carriage looked back in surprise and found that the boundary fence that temporarily separated the cargo lane and the racing lane had been forcibly pushed down and then piled to the side of the road in an extremely rough manner.

Next, two teams of guards in bright clothes, holding long poles with loops on the ends, which were specially used to drive people away, pushed a large number of carriages that could not dodge in time to the side of the road, and forcibly widened the road in the middle of Redwood Avenue to allow a luxurious carriage pulled by eight horses to drive in.

(End of this chapter)

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