Chapter 158: The City of Conflict

"Knock, knock, knock."

The sound of knocking came from outside the carriage, breaking the silence within.

"Hello, I am here to deliver your meal," the voice of the train attendant lady said from outside the door.

Brenna hurriedly sat up, gave a light cough, and said, "Please, come in."

After she finished speaking, the train carriage door was pushed open, and the returning train attendant lady pushed a food cart filled with meals into the carriage.

She took the plates filled with food off one by one and placed them on the private carriage's dining table.

And after removing the dust covers from the plates, a rich aroma of food instantly permeated the entire carriage.

"I wish you a pleasant meal," the train attendant lady said with a slight bow.

She pushed the empty food cart away, and before leaving, added to the two of them: "After you finish your meal, you may pull the cord next to the door again, and we will have someone come to clear the plates."

"Alright," Brenna nodded in response.

Click.

The train carriage door was closed, and Yun Mu and Brenna rose from the soft sofa and walked to the dining table to sit down.

"Looks pretty good," Yun Mu said, looking at the steaming food on the plates.

"Are these freshly made, or are they food prepared in advance, refrigerated, and then heated?" She picked up the fork beside the plate and twirled the noodles in it.

"Of course they are freshly made," Brenna picked up a soup spoon and gently scooped up a spoonful of hot tomato and cabbage soup, saying.

"The kind of boxed meals you mentioned are prepared for passengers in non-private carriages."

"I see."

Yun Mu lowered her head to look at the tomato rolled noodles in the plate.

This thing was actually similar to pasta from Earth, just called by a different name.

There were actually many dishes similar to this, but the names would differ depending on the sauce or the preparation method.

For example, the one mixed with tomato sauce and firm, soft noodles is tomato rolled noodles.

And if the tomato sauce is replaced with a white sauce made from cream, cheese, and garlic, that is white sauce rolled noodles.

Yun Mu lifted the fork with the twirled noodles and put the tomato rolled noodles from the plate into her mouth.

"Mmm, delicious," her eyes brightened slightly as she said.

Perhaps it was due to the influence of her predecessor, who had almost never eaten any delicacies, or perhaps the chef specially commissioned for the private carriage on the train really had some skill.

Or perhaps, she was simply hungry.

The moment those smooth, soft, and chewy noodles entered her mouth, Yun Mu immediately began to wolf down her food.

Of course, while eating, she did not forget to maintain a certain level of elegance.

This was something Elena had taught her while she was alive, and she had remembered it well.

"By the way, what kind of place is the Royal Capital?"

In the middle of their meal, Yun Mu suddenly asked Brenna.

Since birth, her predecessor had never left Frostfall City, only occasionally learning some information about the Royal Capital from others or from newspapers.

For example, the population of the Royal Capital was about five or six times that of Frostfall City, with nearly four million people.

Its land area was also very vast, but she did not know exactly how big.

After all, this information was seen by her predecessor in a newspaper several years ago; for her predecessor, who struggled even to eat at the time, it was not something worth noting, and she had long since forgotten most of it.

And after transmigrating, her only impression of the Royal Capital was what Neisen had once complained about: the poor air quality, which caused his wife to contract tuberculosis.

"The Royal Capital, huh?" Upon hearing Yun Mu's question, Brenna put down the knife and fork in her hand, a complex emotion appearing in her eyes. "It is a city of conflict; politics, interests, and disputes—almost every day, various farces are staged there day after day."

"I don't like that place," she shook her head and said.

"But that is just my personal opinion. In the eyes of the vast majority of people, the Royal Capital is a developed and prosperous big city, filled with opportunities to get rich and improve one's status."

"I am different from those people; since birth, I have stood at the top of the vast majority."

"Is that why you came to Frostfall City?" Yun Mu asked, looking at Brenna curiously.

"That is not it," Brenna replied.

She thought for a moment and decided to tell Yun Mu: "I am a princess who voluntarily gave up the right of succession to the throne."

"Because of this, I escaped the whirlpool known as the power of the Royal Capital."

"Coming to Frostfall City was just to put some people's minds at ease."

"Heh," she chuckled lightly at this point and said: "By now, someone probably already knows that I am returning to the Royal Capital."

"I hope no one comes to disturb us."

She was probably referring to the other two princes.

Yun Mu thought to herself.

As a world possessing Transcendental beings, the successive kings of the Frost Kingdom would naturally also be Transcendental.

Setting aside those unlucky ones who died young due to accidents, the vast majority of kings were Champion-level Transcendental beings with a lifespan of 350 years.

What? You ask about Legendary?

Sorry, except for the first king of the Frost Kingdom, Saierliya I, who was a Legendary-level frost mage, the subsequent seven kings were all Champion-level Transcendental beings.

And now, Brenna's father, Saierliya VIII, had sat on the throne for three hundred years! This meant he was about to abdicate, and a new successor had to be chosen.

If the news Yun Mu had seen in the newspaper was true, Saierliya VIII's most favored child was the third princess, Brenna.

If she had not voluntarily given up the right of succession, the throne should have been a sure thing for Brenna.

It was a pity she gave it up; the reason... perhaps Brenna just didn't like it? Yun Mu speculated wildly in her heart.

Then again, this king lived for over three hundred years, so why did he only have two sons and one daughter?

Was that thing of his not working?

*Cough, cough. * Yun Mu glanced at Brenna with a guilty conscience; thinking about her father's "that aspect" in front of her was somewhat impolite.

It could not be said to be impolite, after all, she was only thinking it in her heart and had not spoken it out loud.

"What kind of look is that?" Brenna noticed her guilty expression and said, "I have a feeling you are thinking of something impolite."

"No, no, how could that be?" Yun Mu defended herself, feigning composure.

"You had better really not be," Brenna said, staring intently at her.

Seeing this, Yun Mu hurriedly changed the subject. The two chatted idly, and time quickly reached five in the morning, which was the time the train was set to depart.

Midway, Brenna pulled the rope beside the carriage door, letting the train attendant take away the remaining plates on the dining table.

Afterwards, the two sat on the sofa at the edge of the carriage, specifically for viewing the scenery, and waited for the train to start. PS: Saierliya VIII is, of course, not incapable in that regard.

It is just that he is a very devoted person, and it was not until more than twenty years ago that he met the person he liked.

And not long after giving birth to Brenna, the wife of Saierliya VIII, who was the Queen of the Frost Kingdom, passed away due to illness.

After that, Saierliya VIII did not seek a new queen.

Therefore, he only has three children.

(End of this chapter)