PFC Chapter 386 College Cup Warm-up
Chapter 386 College Cup Warm-up
Margaret raised her head upon hearing this and looked at the princess who was holding her hand tightly.
"We can figure this out together." Catherine continued. "It's not us who should change or compromise."
Margaret stared at Catherine for a long while, and finally nodded, "You are right."
She has never been afraid of resistance, nor has she ever been ashamed to fight for her own interests. She has even escaped from her marriage. How come she is now trapped in such a maze and can't see clearly?
"Look at me..." Margaret couldn't help laughing after she came to her senses, and used a teasing tone to dispel the clouds of sorrow in the air, "My job is to solve your troubles, but I didn't expect it to be the other way around today."
"We are a team, Margaret. Besides, we all face the same difficulties. Helping you is also helping myself." Catherine raised her hand and decided to take a walk in the garden with Margaret.
"So is your dilemma solved?" Margaret asked boldly.
"To be honest, since all the previous candidates for the Queen's wife died mysteriously for various reasons—" Catherine tilted her head, thinking of the young master of the Campbell family and the twins, "Nowadays, those big families are much more cautious than before, and I have a shield."
"Are you referring to the eldest son of the Russell family?" Margaret had also heard of it.
"Have you heard about it too?" Catherine smiled and pushed open the small door on the first floor leading to the outdoors. Ever since Andre Russell, the eldest son of the Russell family, withdrew from the Knights of Light in a high-profile manner, there have been such rumors. It is rumored that he gave up his belief in light and chose to be loyal to love.
Leaving the cool room, the unique summer heat hit her in the face, feeling a thick and fluffy touch on her face. Catherine almost sweated immediately. She raised her hand and casually tied her hair into a high ponytail. Most people in the Bishop family are tall and look particularly dashing.
"I'm worried that it might cause you trouble..." Margaret led her to avoid crowded places and walked slowly along the rose wall at the border of the manor.
"They are just some romantic anecdotes that will never be recorded in history. But there is nothing wrong with it as it can create some convenience for me now." Gossip about the superiors is the most popular topic among the public. Catherine doesn't care about it at all, as long as it doesn't affect her main business.
The noisy crowd walked towards them. A sharp-eyed noble saw the princess at a glance, instantly sobered up from his slightly drunken state, walked up to greet them, and the princess also instantly switched to social mode and greeted everyone warmly.
Margaret waited by the side with a smile, lamenting how fast the situation changed. Just a few years ago, even she, who was far away in Fort Rois, knew that the princess was once a "shield" that was not favored by everyone, and a puppet of Duke William. But after actually meeting her, Margaret knew that this was not the case. In a few years, the princess was madly absorbing learning, taking over more and more government affairs, and gradually growing into a real crown prince.
The attitude of the nobles has also changed from being indifferent to being eager to attend. It is said that this year's school season at Goletia has attracted many noble students.
"Princess, my little daughter Modesty has the same affinity with the wind element as you. She has already registered at Gloria and said she wants to join your student union and learn from you!" A gentleman with a mustache tried hard to help his daughter leave a deep impression in front of the princess.
"Modesty, right? I'll remember that. I believe she will become an excellent magician." There was no impatience on Catherine's face. She responded to everyone enthusiastically until everyone left satisfied.
"Speaking of Goletia, the College Cup will be here in half a year." Catherine finally had some time alone with Margaret again. "How many of the tickets I gave you have you given out?"
Margaret covered her mouth with her fan, smiled like a fox, and whispered into the princess's ear -
"zero."
Catherine was startled, and then she saw Margaret's smug look, and immediately understood, and couldn't help laughing, "You really know how to whet my appetite, Margaret."
"Look over there, Your Highness." Margaret took Catherine's arm and led her to look into the garden. There was a surge of people, and with the appearance of a new group of jugglers, the garden became even more lively. Everyone almost had to shout to be heard by those next to them.
Margaret still had half of her face covered with a fan, her eyes were full of charm, and she looked at the cold princess beside her and asked for credit - "Guess what they are here for?"
Catherine could guess that they came for the tickets to the Goletia College Cup that Margaret had exaggeratedly advertised.
"I will release the tickets in batches, and only those who come after me can get the tickets if they have a letter of introduction from the previous batch of guests. When winter comes, people from all over will flock to the High Court. By then, I will open up the final batch of buyers."
This kind of appetite-stimulating sales method that requires an introducer has made everyone look forward to this sudden and said to be very exciting competition. As the only seller, Miss Margaret's reputation in High Court is now on the rise. People visit the manor every day, leaving deep wheel tracks at the entrance.
"Even Her Majesty the Queen asked me about it." Margaret blinked.
"Well done." Catherine showed a genuine smile on her face and praised her subordinates generously.
"It's just..." Margaret hesitated for a moment, "Your Majesty, you——"
Margaret still worries about the accountability Catherine may face later.
"Don't worry." Catherine smiled nonchalantly, "Some people are stuck in their own performances. It won't be a problem for him. After all, he is a kind and loving uncle."
"I hope so..." Margaret prayed softly.
"You should think more about how to distribute the tickets." Catherine smiled again and waved to the noble ladies who were hiding on the side and dared only to look at her but not to approach her. "Nowadays, there are probably more people who want to come to Goletia than you think."
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"I will go to the Gaia Empire, to Goletia!"
In the Forest of Elves, the elf Lariel, who is about to reach adulthood, is standing on a cracked rock, loudly announcing his graduation trip plan to a row of little kids below.