The Beirut King quietly listened to the maid’s report and sighed, "Indeed, she is Beitang Xinyi’s granddaughter, such astonishing talent runs in the blood, it’s laughable, truly absurd."
A woman wanting to be Emperor?
What a foolish dream.
As long as he was alive, no woman would ever sit on that throne.
The maid knelt on the ground, not daring to say a word.
"You’re saying, Little Mei thought she was quite right, and didn’t lose her temper?" The Beirut King looked indifferent, "Kids, when they grow up, they all have a rebellious phase."
The maid still didn’t dare to speak, her body trembled slightly.
"There can be many Princesses." The Beirut King smiled and sighed, "As long as I wish, I can make anyone a Princess, but Little Mei is different, she is talented and obedient, but alas..."
The last three words confirmed to the maid that the Beirut King indeed wanted to get rid of Princess Meivis.
"Unfortunately, I don’t need a rebellious Princess, nor does Cangyuan need a mascot full of ambition and desire!" The Beirut King’s smile faded, his expression instantly cold, "I was originally going to find her a good husband, let her live a life without worries, but now she can only disappear."
He was using Princess Meivis to balance Ye Wanlan. If even Princess Meivis stood on Ye Wanlan’s side, he might truly feel powerless.
The maid’s heart tightened abruptly.
Though she was the Beirut King’s person, she had been with Princess Meivis for over ten years, and anyone would have feelings.
The Beirut King called the Guard Commander: "Find a quiet time and place, and send Little Mei off."
The Guard Commander was surprised but quickly recovered and nodded, "Yes, Your Majesty."
"Don’t let her suffer too much, be quick about it." The Beirut King muttered, "But she can’t just die for nothing, let others think it was Beitang Xinyi who had his good granddaughter kill my Little Mei."
The Guard Commander was startled, quickly bowed his head, "I follow orders!"
The Beirut King’s gaze fell on the maid, "You are an obedient child, but only the dead can keep secrets."
Upon hearing this, the maid’s eyes widened; she didn’t even have time to scream before she permanently closed her eyes, making no sound.
Everything quieted down.
The Beirut King stood before the massive floor-to-ceiling window with a sinister expression.
No one could take away his power and throne!
**
Princess Meivis returned to her chamber when it was already completely dark.
"Where have you been?" A noblewoman frowned, "Little Mei, I told you not to come back so late."
Princess Meivis seemed to wake up suddenly; her lips moved, and she abruptly asked, "Mother, do you think a Princess should be well-educated, obedient, and quietly stay in the palace, as long as she is cherished, that’s enough?"
The noblewoman looked at her incredulously, "What kind of books have you been reading again? What else do you want?"
"I want..." Princess Meivis paused for a long while, suddenly becoming spirited, "I want to join the military base, fly combat planes, fight on the frontlines."
She indeed had feelings for Lancelot and always wanted to marry him, but what attracted her more was his commander’s status.
But what if...
She could also become a commander?
This was something Princess Meivis had never thought of before.
If it weren’t for Ye Wanlan’s words, she wouldn’t have had this thought at all.
But the moment the thought arose, she felt incredibly excited.
"Meivis Flan Des! I think your grandfather spoiled you too much, allowing you to have ideas you shouldn’t have!" The noblewoman, enraged, slapped Princess Meivis, "Stay in your room and reflect on how to get rid of Princess Wanlan!"
Princess Meivis almost said Ye Wanlan was right; they didn’t really have any conflict of interest.
But seeing her mother so angry, she swallowed her words back into her stomach.
In the vast chamber, only Princess Meivis was left.
She was still thinking about Ye Wanlan’s words, and the more she thought, the stronger her desire to become a commander grew.
Princess Meivis pressed her lips together, preparing to pack her belongings and sneak out of the royal palace to the military base.
But at that moment, a sudden change occurred!
"Crash——!"
The glass window shattered, and a dark shadow flashed, striking straight towards Princess Meivis’s vitals!
"Who is it?" Princess Meivis was startled, rolling awkwardly to dodge, only to see the true face of the shadow, she exclaimed, "It’s you?!"
This was the Beirut King’s personal guard commander, who only followed the Beirut King’s orders.
The Guard Commander remained silent, only relentlessly attacking, each move vicious, clearly aiming to take Princess Meivis’s life.
Princess Meivis’s mind was in complete disarray, unable to comprehend why the Guard Commander wanted to kill her.
Growing up in the palace without any training, how could she be a match for the battle-hardened Guard Commander?
Very soon, Princess Meivis was forced into a corner, her face covered in dust, and her body bearing numerous wounds.
Seeing this, the Guard Commander’s eyes sharpened, and he attacked again.
"Bang!"
A loud explosion, and flames shot skyward.
The person flying backward was the Guard Commander; he crashed heavily against the wall, looking up abruptly, filled with disbelief, "You..."
Princess Meivis looked at her own hands, a little dazed.
Though her bloodline was high, she had never used it to fight.
Was that the power she had just unleashed?
"Well done." A voice descended, leisurely and with a laugh, "It seems you haven’t completely forgotten that you’re an Alpha Level Divine Bloodline."
Princess Meivis was stunned, "You... why are you here?"
Ye Wanlan turned her head to the equally shocked Guard Commander, "Because the situation is within my expectations."
The Beirut King wouldn’t allow anyone to step out of his control; he wanted to kill Princess Meivis.
But she, she wanted to save Princess Meivis.
"Don’t be afraid, you won’t die, because I intend to spare your life." Ye Wanlan chuckled softly.
When she wasn’t smiling, she was icy and expressionless, exuding an innate authoritative presence that made it impossible for anyone to meet her gaze.
When she smiled, it was like the melting of spring snow, a gentle breeze brushing the face.
Yet the pressure emanating from the girl did not diminish, growing even more intense.
The Guard Commander slumped to the ground, his body trembling uncontrollably, feeling like he had seen a ghost, coldness shot straight to his skull, his blood cooled.
He couldn’t understand why a twenty-year-old girl would have such overbearing presence, far exceeding even the Beirut King.
"Spare your life to tell your master—" Ye Wanlan looked down upon him, "The throne of Cangyuan, I will take it."
She didn’t wait a moment longer.