The Favored Heiress-Chapter 759 - 758: The Second Crown Prince Arrives

Xiao Yehui lowered his eyelids, concealing the depth in his eyes, "I hope Marquis Lawrence can always be as confident, excuse me."

With those words, he turned to leave, but then, seeming to recall something else, he halted and looked towards Li Qiao, "Xiao Qi, I hope you will like the ’gift’ I’ve sent you."

The hidden meaning in his statement was so profound; as a former military strategist for the Seven Sons, Xiao Yehui was never one to make idle remarks.

Li Qiao’s heart sank, but she maintained her composure, curling her lips into a light smile, "I appreciate your painstaking efforts."

Xiao Yehui gazed at her with an inscrutable look, then with a slight bow of his body, he stepped onto the mansion’s staircase.

Li Qiao knew, he was not joking.

...

At 8 o’clock in the evening, the night sky of Charlman City lit up with fireworks. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

Countless giant fireworks burst in glorious colors, shining in everyone’s eyes like brilliant glass.

Li Qiao stood at the prime viewing spot, resting her hands on the city wall. Although she was looking up at the fireworks, her expression revealed heavy thoughts.

Xiao Yehui’s so-called ’gift’ was definitely not simple.

Had it been meant for Shang Yu, he wouldn’t have spoken of it to her so carelessly.

Li Qiao rubbed her fingertips, pondering countermeasures and a response gift.

But at the moment, she could not imagine that the ’gift’ wasn’t an object, but a person.

The fireworks show of the festival was set to last three to four hours, culminating in a bonfire that would consume effigies.

Countless tourists on the streets were enjoying the festivities of the fireworks carnival, the atmosphere bustling and lively.

On the manor’s terrace, nobles still held their composure in the cold wind, feigning elegance as they admired the fireworks.

Then, a hand grasping the city wall beside her was taken hold of; Shang Yu approached from behind her, whispering softly, "Worried about him?"

"Not at all." Li Qiao leaned back slightly, resting against the man’s chest, her eyes cool and collected, "I’m thinking about... how to sabotage his arranged marriage."

Her gaze rested diagonally forward, exactly where Xiao Yehui stood shoulder to shoulder with Princess Margaret.

Once the Duchy of Charlman solidified an alliance with the Royal Family, it would be like adding wings to a tiger.

When that happened, their enmeshed relationships could escalate to the national level, and no powerful force could overturn a nation.

The only way was to nip this alliance in the bud.

Xi Luo had once told Shang Yu that her best friend was a member of the Royal Family.

No wonder... without any invitation, Xi Luo had taken the initiative to come to the British Imperial.

She must have known about the marriage alliance early on.

...

Half an hour later, the butler Yin Zhihong hurriedly came to report that Weston the Second Crown Prince had arrived at the estate, requesting everyone’s presence at the castle’s front courtyard to welcome him.

Li Qiao, watching the nobles hastily making their way to the front courtyard, filled her eyes with irony.

Perhaps, this was Xiao Yehui’s gift?

By the castle’s fountain lake, a procession of classic Royal cars came to a slow halt not far from the lakeside.

Royal Knights, proud and upright, opened the doors of the main car, and Weston the Second Crown Prince stepped out, leg first.

He was over fifty, his deep brown hair showing signs of age, with a typical Western appearance, and his dark blue eyes piercing and disdainful.

Xiao Yehui, standing at the forefront of the crowd, bowed respectfully, "Prince Weston."

Weston the Second Crown Prince, flanked by two rows of Royal Knights, strode over, stopping in front of Xiao Yehui, taking his arm with a feigned casualness, "No need for formalities."

While he spoke, two men in suits and leather shoes approached from behind him. One of them, who was quite old with graying hair, looked around solemnly, seemingly searching for something.

A moment later, Weston turned his head with a meaningful tone, "Found anything?"

The two stepped forward and spoke with caution, the content of their discussion unheard by others, but their expressions were extremely serious.

"Aren’t those two from the House of Nobles’ Grand Justices? Their sudden appearance, could it be that someone violated the Noble Act?"

"How could that be? We were all invited to attend; if someone truly violated the Noble Act, would the Duke not be aware?"

The whispers of the discussion inadvertently entered Li Qiao’s ears.

Grand Justices of the House of Nobles...

She narrowed her eyes at Prince Weston, pursed her lips, and quietly took out her phone to compose a message.

Before long, everyone was invited back to the private banquet hall with the high tables.

Xiao Yehui and the Second Crown Prince were seated at the head, with the two Grand Justices on either side.

Weston surveyed the guests in the hall and suddenly narrowed his eyes, "Which one of you is Lawrence?"

As expected, they wanted to make an issue out of Shang Yu’s identity.

The nobles turned their eyes to Shang Yu and Li Qiao in the first row, speculating about what might happen next.

It must be said, the Asian face that the crowd saw transforming into Marquis Lawrence was completely illogical.

Even in decline, the Lawrence family still held a tier-two noble title. The sudden emergence of a nephew with a different surname was bound to arouse suspicion.

Shang Yu sat upright at the high table, his simple shirt and relaxed demeanor somewhat out of place among the well-dressed aristocrats.

He lifted his eyelids and nodded to Prince Weston, "Please speak, Second Crown Prince."

Weston saw him sitting unflappably and his face darkened.

Years in the Royal Family had not allowed him to tolerate such disregard.

Weston was forthright and went straight to the point, "Are you aware that buying or selling British Imperial Nobility titles is forbidden?"

This question surprised many in attendance, who exchanged puzzled looks.

Did Weston the Second Prince mean that the Marquis’ title owned by Lawrence was purchased?

Shang Yu faced the scrutinizing looks around him and lazily curled his thin lips, replying in a deep voice, "I’ve heard of it."

Xiao Yehui’s lips lifted slightly, giving timely support, "If Mr. Shang knowingly violates the law, even as an international friend, I’m afraid he will have to face the trial of the House of Nobles. What a pity."

Li Qiao’s gaze was downcast as her fingertips quickly tapped the screen.

Thinking of condemning Shang Yu, did they ask her?

Meanwhile, Xi Luo watched Li Qiao with an unperturbed and smiling face, showing no concern whatsoever.

Indeed, she was just watching the excitement.

Just then, over by the third row’s high table, members of the Lower House were whispering urgently among themselves, their faces showing difficulty and indecision.

As soon as Xiao Yehui finished speaking, one of the Lower House members stood up hesitantly and spoke, "Prince Weston, Your Grace, there may be a misunderstanding in this matter."

Weston glanced sideways at the speaking member, gestured for him to sit with a push of his wrist, "Whether or not there is a misunderstanding will be determined by the Grand Justices of the House of Nobles. The old Marquis’ family records are kept in the House of Nobles, and the noble lineage and rights must not be tainted. Those who purchase lordships privately must be tried by the House of Nobles."

The member tried to speak again, but abruptly met Shang Yu’s gaze. Instantly, he pressed his lips together and swallowed his words, returning to his seat sulkily.

Ye Jing, who had been observing the whole time, shook her head in apparent regret, "He actually dealt in lordships privately, such a lack of understanding."

The seat next to her by unfortunate coincidence belonged to Xia Siyu and Su Moshi.

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