The heavy snow changed the color of the sky.
Amidst the heavy snow, a team of about three hundred people was advancing towards Silvermoon City.
Eight knights in red armor held the flag of the Scarlet Flame of Purification and rode at the front of the team.
When the half-elves saw this flag, they were so scared that they quickly knelt down and saluted.
This was because the Scarlet Flame of Purification was the insignia of the Empire of Light.
In a luxurious carriage in the middle of the team, a boy of about thirteen or fourteen years old was reading a report that had just been sent in by an attendant with a look of surprise on his face.
From the style of his clothes and the insignia on his chest, it was not difficult to guess that this young boy was the Crown Prince of the Empire, His Highness Harrison San Lorenzo.
"Mother, the Eastern Border's Pegasus Army was actually wiped out in front of Silvermoon City …"
Empress Mydella was lying lazily on a soft couch with a thick fox fur coat covering her body. When she heard her son's question, she didn't even open her eyes.
"The Eastern Border hasn't been at war for so many years. Has the army become so weak? They actually lost to the half-elves."
"There's also the Black Cavalry."
"The Black Cavalry?"
"Yes, it should be the remnants of the army that escaped from the Shadow Canyon. According to the report, there are eight thousand of them."
Only then did Empress Mydella open her eyes, revealing a curious expression.
Prince Harrison hurriedly passed the report over and asked doubtfully, "Mother, why didn't the remnants of the Black Cavalry escape back to the Northern Frontier? Instead, they went to Silvermoon City?"
"Because their mission is to protect Vera, and Vera is still in Silvermoon City." Empress Mydella casually gave a reason, but her eyes were fixed on Viscount Angley's name in the report.
It was unknown what she had thought of, but a strange smile suddenly appeared on the Empress' face.
Prince Harrison seemed to believe this reason. After hesitating for a moment, he asked again, "Mother, the Duke Of St. Hilde, the Duke of Saint Prospero, and the half-elven royal family, they should all be Father's vassals, right?"
"Yes."
"Then … should we stop them from fighting each other like this?"
Hearing this, Empress Mydella looked into her son's eyes and asked with a smile, "Do you wish for the vassals of the San Lorenzo family to live in harmony and get along well with each other?"
"Shouldn't I?" Prince Harrison's eyes were filled with doubt.
"Harrison, do you think the San Lorenzo family is strong enough to defeat the Northern Frontier?"
"It should be fine."
"What about the Northern Frontier and the Eastern Frontier?"
"…" Prince Harrison hesitated, not daring to make any assertions.
"What about the Western Region, or even the Southern Region?" Empress Mydella's eyes were cold. "Tell me, if the Dukes of the Four Territories join forces, how will the San Lorenzo family deal with them?"
Prince Harrison suddenly broke out in a cold sweat and fell silent.
However, Queen Mydella didn't seem to want to let her son go so easily. She stared into his eyes, waiting for his answer.
After a while, Prince Harrison answered carefully, "Mother, aren't you the sister of the Duke Of St. Hilde? I also have the blood of the House of Saint Hilde in me. The Northern Frontier shouldn't rebel against the royal family, right? "
"Haha, isn't there a lot of intermarriage between the Holy Knight families in the Empire? If marriage could solve all political problems, then there wouldn't be any wars in this world.
A wise lord would only consider benefits when deciding the family's position, not how many women he married. "
Prince Harrison's mouth was agape, and he was dumbfounded.
He really wanted to ask his mother, if one day the Northern Frontier really stood against the royal family, which side would she side with?
However, after hesitating for a moment, he still didn't have the courage to ask such a question.
After some thought, Prince Harrison said, "Isn't there still the [Holy Covenant]? Would the dukes of the four territories dare to break the agreement, go back on their word, and challenge the San Lorenzo family's position? "
Queen Mydella laughed coldly. "Harrison, remember, all verbal promises and paper agreements can be betrayed at any time. If you want to ensure the loyalty of your vassals, you can only rely on your own strength."
Prince Harrison nodded with some difficulty. "I understand, mother. That's why we can't let the dukes of the four territories unite. We have to make them conflict with each other. Only then can the San Lorenzo family maintain control of the Empire. "
Queen Mydella smiled with relief. She reached out to stroke her son's hair and nodded. "That's right. You have to remember, the San Lorenzo family's supreme position is guaranteed by the four territories being in balance and restricting each other. "
Prince Harrison nodded heavily, committing his mother's words to memory.
He then asked, "Then, what about the half-elven kingdom? How should we treat such a subordinate country? "
"There's no need to spend too much effort on such a small country." Queen Mydella's expression was clearly much more casual. "However, from this battle, the half-elven army seems to have some redeeming qualities. It's worth roping them in."
"Then should I still follow the original plan and crown Queen Aisha?"
Queen Mydella looked at her son with interest. "Do you have any other ideas?"
Seeing his mother's encouraging gaze, Prince Harrison mustered up his courage.
"I feel that even though the House of Medea claims to have voluntarily given up the throne to the Miller family, there's no lack of coercion and threats involved. If I crown a usurper like Aisha Miller, wouldn't that give more ambitious people in the Empire hope?
That's why I think we should dethrone Queen Aisha and put the House of Medea back on the throne. This way, the House of Medea will have to follow the San Lorenzo family closely, whether out of gratitude or for support. "
"You make a lot of sense." Queen Mydella nodded approvingly.
Prince Harrison had just smiled when he heard his mother continue, "But do you know the consequences of refusing to crown Aisha Miller?"
"What is it?"
"It's the hatred of the half-elves and the dissatisfaction of the Northern Frontier. If it's more serious, you might not even be able to leave Silverymoon in one piece. "
Prince Harrison's smile froze. He said in a small voice, "It can't be … that serious, right?"
Queen Mydella's expression was abnormally serious. "Harrison, you have to know that without the support of the corresponding strength, it's just a joke.
You want to dethrone Queen Aisha? But have you thought about how high her position in the half-elves' hearts will be after this great victory? If you do this, won't the half-elves resent you?
You want to restore the House of Medea? But without the support of strength and fame, do you think you can win the loyalty of tens of millions of half-elves with just one sentence?
And the Northern Frontier, will they be willing to watch you take away the half-elven kingdom that they paid a great price to control?
Are you going to rely on the three hundred guards outside to change the situation of the half-elven kingdom? "
Hearing his mother's questions, Prince Harrison was sweating profusely.
The young prince was clearly frightened by the dangers involved in political struggles.
Seeing this, Empress Mydella sighed softly and pulled her young son into her arms. She comforted him. "Harrison, you still have a lot to learn, but before that, you must remember to speak less and do less, and observe more.
Young lions must learn to hide their fangs and claws, because that won't scare the enemy away. It will only arouse fear and vigilance. "
"Yes, mother. I will obediently crown Queen Aisha." Prince Harrison buried his head in his mother's arms and said in a muffled voice.
"Okay." Queen Mydella rubbed her son's hair and reminded, "Also, you have to pay attention to the Northern Frontier's Viscount Angley."
"Why?"
"Because he's now the true master of the half-elven kingdom."
Prince Harrison looked up in confusion, but saw that his mother had no intention of explaining further.
Instead, she stared at the last sentence in a daze.
That sentence was shockingly — —
Queen Aisha is pregnant.
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