The Favored Heiress-Chapter 761: A Misunderstanding

George the Crown Prince glanced sideways toward Weston, his expression tinged with dissatisfaction, "If I hadn’t come, how could I witness you publicly trying the Archbishop?"

Weston chuckled awkwardly and discreetly scrutinized Shang Yu, bowing slightly, "Indeed, I didn’t know you were the Archbishop. These years... I’ve never seen you make an appearance, this is truly a misunderstanding."

The man pressed his thin lips together but smiled silently.

Meanwhile, Crown Prince George furrowed his brows and, after a few seconds of thought, instructed solemnly, "It’s understandable that you don’t recognize him, but remember not to act so impulsively next time, lest you become the laughingstock of others."

His words not only preserved the dignity of the Royal Family but also gave Weston the Second Prince a way out.

Weston appeared to nod in ashamed agreement, "You are right to chastise me."

On the surface, it looked like brotherly respect and deference.

However, everyone present knew full well that the struggle for the throne had already reached a fever pitch.

Such harmony was nothing more than a tactic to maintain the Royal Family’s facade.

At this moment, Crown Prince George turned and caught sight of Xiao Yehui. With pursed lips smiling, he said, "It seems Duke Charlman also doesn’t recognize the Archbishop. It just so happens I’m here to introduce you."

Xiao Yehui had long since recovered from his initial shock and stepped forward with furrowed brows, his voice amiable as he joked, "The Archbishop is too mysterious, otherwise today’s farce wouldn’t have happened."

Shang Yu gazed deeply at Xiao Yehui and leisurely smoothed out the wrinkles on his cuff, "A farce? Wasn’t it a ’gift’ prepared specifically for me?"

"If it were a gift, it wouldn’t be so hasty."

Xiao Yehui countered in a teasing manner as if he had nothing to do with tonight’s sudden developments.

Crown Prince George astutely sensed the undercurrent between the two and took a step forward, intervening like a kindly elder, "Since it’s a misunderstanding, it’s good that it has been resolved."

The onlookers watched intently, everyone looking at Shang Yu with reverence.

The leader of the Church in the House of Lords, the enigmatic bigwig of the diocese—who just a second before was the subject of their scorn, had become the Archbishop who could crown the nobles.

This turn of events was so abrupt that many were left dumbstruck for a long time.

Just as Crown Prince George was about to invite everyone to take their seats, a knight carrying a phone came around the corner.

He whispered a few words, and George’s expression turned serious as he took the phone and walked to the back of the high table.

During this time, no one spoke.

Only Shang Yu pulled Li Qiao to retake their seats, completely unaffected by the outer world.

Shortly thereafter, Crown Prince George returned, handed the phone back to the knight, and approached the man, asking suspiciously, "Do you know Prince Wu Lv?"

That was the prince with the most weight in the diplomatic relations between Britain and Myanmar.

Shang Yu arched an eyebrow, "What about it?"

Crown Prince George pulled out a chair and gestured for the others to sit before he continued, "Prince Wu Lv just submitted a request through the Myanmar Embassy to provide you with political protection, is it something you requested?"

The man lowered his eyelashes and glanced sidelong at Li Qiao, who had been silent for a long time.

He didn’t speak, but a smile lurked in his eyes.

Li Qiao, head bowed, fiddling with her nails, seemed oblivious to his gaze.

Apart from Li Qiao, no one else could request a political protection order from the prince.

Crown Prince George, being a very astute person, discerned the clues with just a cursory examination.

He nodded to himself, "It seems... it’s another misunderstanding."

Only, there were a few too many misunderstandings tonight.

Because just five minutes after he had sat down, the accompanying knight once again approached with a strange look, presenting the phone.

Crown Prince George, slightly annoyed, glanced at him and, without stepping away, lifted the phone to his ear, "What now?"

The person on the other end reported tentatively, "Your Highness, the Crown Prince, I don’t know how it happened, but our encrypted documents in the House of Nobles... they have all been stolen."

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