The Yandere Beauty… Is Actually Me? Chapter 127 : save1 Flashback

127: save1 Flashback

Listening to the Earl's words, which carried a trace of complaint and sarcasm, Lu Lele couldn't help but feel emotional.

The Earl was undoubtedly a staunch Royalist. Even he felt disappointed by the King's actions, so what the others, especially those nobles who were not Royalists, were thinking was almost an open secret.

"This is destined to backfire," Lu Lele said. "His Majesty acting this way is very likely to trigger a massive crisis."

She had originally assud the national system of this world would be a replica of the Sun-Never-Sets Empire of Blue Star in the 18th century, but in reality, there were significant differences.

The power of the Eternal Empire's King was far greater than she had imagined, and his desire for power was far higher than she had imagined.

In this respect, the Eternal Empire was actually more similar to a certain old empire on Blue Star that surrendered faster than the enemy could occupy. The King's power was not restricted much, and he liked to co up with novel sches. According to the Earl, this had already caused relatively unified dissatisfaction among many nobles.

Given such a situation combined with the background of the Steam Revolution era, it was hard not to make a connection with the word "revolution."

Lu Lele instantly felt that the situation was ominous. Because she and Earl Lu Dashuai belonged to the old-school Royalists, if a revolution truly occurred, regardless of whether it was bloody or not, the Royalists would definitely be the first to suffer.

If the worst-case scenario occurred and the Eternal Empire actually replicated the actions of a certain Gaul Empire on Blue Star, would she be captured and then pressed onto a guillotine by the rebel army, ending with her head separated from her body in one snap?

Co on, if this kind of R18G plotline actually happened to a sickly white-haired little girl, wouldn't that be a bit too grotesque?

Lu Lele just imagined that scene for a mont and felt a chill run down her spine.

It wasn't that Lu Lele feared death. She had tasted the flavor of death many tis in the previous world. It was just that dying in this way was aningless and not worth anticipating.

Lu Lele told her concerns to the Earl, shocking him on the spot once again. Obviously, he hadn't expected his daughter to have such thoughts. He couldn't help but ask:

"I really don't know who told you these things, Lele. Did you go and secretly read books from the Reformists?"

Lu Lele remained silent and didn't answer. The Earl didn't pursue the matter further, but simply said:

"Daughter, read fewer of those kinds of books. The Reformists always promote violence and bloodshed, spreading emotions of unrest and panic. They are the destroyers and destabilizing factors of our nation, attempting to overthrow His Majesty's dynasty. They plot revolution using freedom as an excuse, yet they do not know how many innocent civilians war will cause to beco displaced or even die in the flas of war. These people are just a group of conspirators and are not to be trusted."

"And you, Lele, do not need to worry about such things occurring. Rest assured, my precious daughter. Even if that day truly cos, it will not happen in our era. Even if the nobles have grievances, the proportion of those loyal to the King is still far higher than those harboring disloyalty. This is sothing I can confirm."

"I just went to the Royal Capital to attend a eting of the Upper House not long ago. The Royal City is still as prosperous as ever, and His Majesty's system is still being implented smoothly with the wind at its back. Occasional unrest on the borders is also quickly suppressed. In my view, this prosperity can continue for at least another hundred years. Our great nation is not so easily toppled. I believe this very much."

The Earl appeared very optimistic, and by the end, he was even speaking with flying brows and a beaming face.

But for so unknown reason, the Earl's optimism made Lu Lele inexplicably recall a famous saying she had heard before transmigrating:

"How can you lose when a dragon flies into your face?"

Such optimism often ends in destruction. Lu Lele could only pray that the Earl's prediction was true.

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Three days later.

It had reached the ti point of the middle of the month again. Wang Xiran, as usual, held a rag that had been washed clean and dampened, preparing to wipe the castle's great clock.

As a second daughter from an inconspicuous branch clan of the huge Royal Family, Wang Xiran was considered the type who had done quite well for herself.

In the past, when the Empire was first established, anyone who was related to His Majesty the King could receive rewards and titles. Even if they did nothing all day, they could live out their lives in peace.

But now, accompanying the daily swelling of the Royal Family's numbers, in order to reduce expenses, the King before the previous one had reford the royal support system. They retained preferential treatnt only for direct line relatives. For the rest, benefits were gradually reduced according to the distance of blood relation. Furthermore, they cancelled the titles for most people, only giving them a badge to prove they were mbers of the Royal Family. It was basically of no use.

These side branches of the Royal Family, who were once considered majestic, were now viewed as parasites of the Empire. Although on the surface they still held themselves high, the treatnt they actually enjoyed was far inferior to before.

People like Wang Xiran, who only had a tiny bit of blood relation to His Majesty, had to fend for themselves. After graduating from the specialized Royal School, they had to go to work. Otherwise, they could only starve to death within the Royal Capital.

In school, Wang Xiran mainly learned literacy, weaving, etiquette, arithtic, and other such skills and knowledge essential for high-class maids. This was also the work she hoped to engage in in the future.

Many great nobles enfeoffed outside liked maids with dignified posture who were familiar with etiquette. High-class maids coming out of the Royal School were hot commodities. There were even quite a few who ultimately beca the public lovers of great nobles, and there were precedents for marriage as well.

However, even more girls from the Royal Family branches who graduated but couldn't find work could only beco seamstresses or laundry won, living a life no different from ordinary commoners.

Wang Xiran, who had just graduated, was originally worrying about the matter of employnt. Until that day, soone suddenly found Wang Xiran and told her that the King wanted to see her.

Inside the majestic Royal Palace, Wang Xiran lay prostrate on the ground, not daring to breathe heavily.

That majestic voice chatted with Wang Xiran for a long ti. It turned out that in order to understand the every move of those great nobles, His Majesty the King would dispatch his own people to those nobles' hos to serve as Head Maids or butlers.

In the eyes of His Majesty the King, these people coming out of the Royal School were reliable insiders. Wang Xiran, as the one with the best grades among those who hadn't found work yet, was selected just like that.

"Xiran, go replace Wang Yuyan who died of illness, and beco the new Head Maid of Earl Lu Dashuai's household. Report any situation to in a tily manner."

Wang Xiran was extrely grateful to His Majesty the King, because not only did the King receive her personally, but he also gave her an absolutely stable job, and there was no risk involved.

The King directly dispatching a Head Maid from above, anyone with eyes understood what that ant.

And His Majesty the King also did this intentionally, because this way everyone knew she was the King's person. Thus, they would not dare to do anything to her, which could serve to protect her.

After a period of secret special training, Wang Xiran embarked on the journey to the Earl's territory.

On the first day of taking office as Head Maid, Wang Xiran swore in her heart to firmly maintain the interests of His Majesty the King, to beco His Majesty's most loyal running dog, and to rest only in death.