Chapter 559: Carriage Convoy and Road

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

However, under the illumination of thousands of whale-fat street lamps, the entire Red Cedar Avenue was lit up as bright as day. The usually quiet Red Cedar Avenue was bustling in advance in this extremely luxurious light.

Coal, flour, spices, lamps... various sizes of cargo boxes and baskets, piles of expensive utensils, and hills of silk ribbons and velvet cloth...

Carriages carrying various supplies and gifts almost completely occupied the wide cargo lane. These carriages, connected in a line, were like long dragons intertwined with each other, winding toward the Bobby Laien Manor at the end of Red Cedar Avenue...

Tsk tsk, as expected of the Lion Heart Duke's succession ceremony, they are really willing to spend money!

Sticking her head out from a light two-wheeled carriage, after looking at the long line that still couldn't be seen to the end, she seemed to be a bit uncomfortable from the cold autumn wind. The young woman wearing a light cyan ceremonial dress hurriedly shrank back into the carriage, touched her cold-reddened round nose, and muttered:

"Miscalculation, if I had known it was this cold today, I would have worn two more layers when I came out."

"..."

Looking at the young woman who was blowing hot air into her palms while rudely stomping her feet from the cold, the middle-aged noblewoman sitting opposite held back and held back, but finally couldn't help but remind:

"Princess Veronika, even if you ran out secretly, please pay attention to your demeanor!"

"Spare me today. I'm already too cold to care about demeanor. Seriously, if you can make the carriage warm up now, let alone just paying attention to demeanor, I'll dance for you if you let me."

After joking with the middle-aged noblewoman, the young woman pulled her wool shawl hard, covering the white, greasy hills that were almost jumping out of the top of her skirt, then leaned against the carriage window and continued to observe the convoy outside.

"Quite a lot of people came today..."

After squinting her eyes and looking at the fast lane dedicated to nobles for a while, and counting the number of carriages that had passed, the beautiful young woman said with a smile that wasn't a smile:

"Silver Cup Flower, Mandarin Duck, Light Shield... Hehe, in just this short while, three big noble families have already passed. It seems the Bobby Laien family's legacy is indeed tempting enough."

"Those who should come and those who shouldn't have all come. Everyone who has the ability wants to take a hard bite. Today's succession ceremony will probably be very lively!"

"..."

I don't know if it will be lively later, but this dress on you is truly "hot" to an excessive degree!

Watching the young woman, due to her posture leaning against the window frame, almost spilling out of her bodice, the middle-aged noblewoman felt her eyelids twitch uncontrollably. She hurriedly reached out to pull her back, saying with eyes full of annoyance:

"Your Highness, mind your demeanor! Really..."

"If your identity were exposed at the ceremony, seeing you dressed in such an improper outfit, the entire royal family would be shamed! You should at least find a dress that fits better before coming out!"

"This... I have no choice either..."

After looking down at the gown she was wearing, the young woman reached out to tug at the floral pleats at her waist, letting the middle-aged noblewoman see how much space was left, then said with some helplessness:

"My dress size is special; it's usually custom-made. This is already the most suitable dress I could find in a hurry. If you don't believe me, look at how much space is left at the waist; any larger and it wouldn't stay on."

"..."

Looking at the gown, which was plain in style but appeared exceptionally impactful on her, the middle-aged noblewoman's mouth twitched violently twice.

She grabbed the young woman's shawl somewhat rudely, then tore off the tassels from the carriage cushion, tied a dozen floral knots on the side of the shawl, and stubbornly wove a mesh edge to cover the bodice.

After draping the modified shawl back over the young woman and seeing her chest blocked by the tassel mesh, the middle-aged noblewoman let out a long breath, then threatened through gritted teeth: "After we arrive at the manor later, even if you are hot enough to die, this shawl must not be taken off; you must wear it properly! Do you hear me?"

You've got to be kidding, right?

The young woman was slightly stunned upon hearing this. After looking down at the unusually thick shawl, a look of difficulty appeared on her pretty face.

"This is woven from pure wool, and it's the densest kind of stitching. Besides, there are charcoal stoves burning in the Bobby Laien Manor. If I don't take the shawl off..."

"Princess Veronika!"

"Fine, fine, fine, I won't take the shawl off."

Seeing the "wear it or die" expression on the middle-aged noblewoman's face and knowing this was already the other party's bottom line, the young woman could only sigh, obediently cover herself with the shawl, and then once again poke her head out the window to look at the traffic outside.

"By the way, you giving me the idea to take the cargo route instead of the main road was a really good idea. If we took the main road, we wouldn't see so many interesting things."

After several carriages painted with the Three-Feather Bronze Crown sped past on the main road, the young woman counted the number of nobles attending the ceremony while smiling at the worried middle-aged noblewoman:

"Look, that little scumbag Count actually came too. I wonder if he brought that cabbage with him?"

Little scumbag Count?

Upon hearing the young woman's words, the middle-aged noblewoman couldn't help but frown and ask:

"Your Highness, what does 'little scumbag Count' mean?"

"It's an insult."

The young woman explained with a smile:

"That newly appointed Lionheart Duke had a conflict with this little scumbag Count a few days ago. Upon discovering that although he held the title of Count, his crest only had three basic feathers, he poked the crest on his chest with his finger and said with disdain that he was a little scumbag, nearly angering him to death on the spot.

After this little scumbag Count woke up, to retaliate against the Lionheart Duke's mockery, he placed a cabbage at home and declared that the Lionheart Duke's position would probably rot faster than the cabbage in his house."

After educating the middle-aged noblewoman on the origins of the "little scumbag Count" and the "cabbage Duke," the young woman smiled with curved eyes:

"Although he is about to inherit the title of Duke, the Lionheart Duke's vibe is really... not very noble. The reason I insisted on coming to see the succession ceremony today is that I want to see what other interesting things he can stir up."

Your Highness... is ultimately still a young person who likes excitement...

Seeing the young woman smiling so happily, no longer looking like the person who spent all day frowning and worrying, the middle-aged noblewoman's heart softened slightly. Just as she was about to give some instructions, she heard a commotion from behind.

"Clear the road!"

"Make way! Make way!"

"The royal family is traveling, pedestrians move aside!"

The two in the carriage looked back in surprise and found that the barrier temporarily separating the cargo route and the main road had been forcibly pushed over and then very roughly piled up on the side of the road.

Next, two teams of brightly dressed guards, holding long poles with curved ends specifically for driving people away, pushed a large number of carriages that couldn't dodge in time off the road, forcibly widening the center of the Red Cedar Avenue to let a luxurious carriage pulled by eight fine horses drive in.

(End of Chapter)