Rumor has it that at the last moment of life, a person’s life flashes before their eyes.
Mo Li thought this might vary from person to person because at this moment, he already felt the threat of death.
It was as if the Grim Reaper’s scythe was hovering less than half an inch above his head, yet he could do nothing.
His heart was so cold with fear that he couldn’t even move.
“Gulp!” Mo Li swallowed hard.
He distinctly felt someone standing behind him, blowing cold air into his ear, mocking him in a teasing tone for the rumors he spread behind others’ backs.
Was it an illusion? It must be an illusion, right? Yes, it must be an illusion… That person should be busy dealing with the nobles and wouldn’t have time to notice him.
How could they suddenly appear behind him like a ghost? Illusion, illusion! The fact that he was still alive was the best proof.
It must be because he was too afraid of that woman that he was hallucinating!
“Long time no see, Mr. Mo Li.
How have you been lately?”
“…” Ha, haha, it must be because I was too tired from traveling overnight that my ears started ringing with strange sounds.
“Ah, it’s Her Highness the Princess!!… I am Pan Lin, the eldest son of the Kendi family, paying respects to Her Highness the Princess.” Pan Lin, who wasn’t very drunk, rubbed his eyes.
After confirming several times that the person standing behind him was indeed the princess, he quickly stood up to salute, feeling extremely nervous due to his admiration and love.
The nobles around him weren’t much better.
Their goddess had noticed them, these insignificant little nobles, for the first time and was so close to them for the first time.
Everyone held their breath in nervousness.
Thus, a very discordant scene appeared.
The nobles all saluted Emilia, except for Mo Li, who sat as steady as a mountain in his chair, as if glued to it.
… It’s over.
From the moment Pan Lin exclaimed, Mo Li knew everything was over.
In the end, he was deceiving himself.
The fool was himself.
“Mr. Mo Li, this is Her Highness the Princess!” Seeing Mo Li standing there like a wooden figure, Pan Lin couldn’t sit still and quietly reminded him, signaling him not to lose etiquette towards the royal family and quickly get up to salute.
“… Oh, oh.” Mo Li nodded woodenly, as if just realizing, got up, and clumsily turned around like a penguin.
“Greetings, Your Highness the Princess.” Mo Li lowered his head, his forehead covered in cold sweat.
“Raise your head and look at me.” Emilia’s voice was light, her tone concise, yet it carried a noble and undeniable authority from her lineage.
“… I dare not look directly at the majesty of the royal family.”
“Then what if I order you to raise your head as a member of the royal family?” Emilia had never shown her assertive personality in public, but at this moment, she couldn’t help it.
She really wanted to bully this interesting young man.
“…” Mo Li swallowed, hesitantly raised his head, and when his gaze met those pearl-like golden eyes, his heart turned to ashes.
“You seem very afraid of this princess.” Emilia smiled with interest.
“You’re quite different… Can you tell this princess what exactly makes you so afraid?”
Everything about you scares me!
“I have never witnessed the true appearance of the royal family.
Seeing it today, I was overwhelmed by the majesty and dared not offend…”
“Never witnessed?” Emilia seemed to hear a very funny joke, a faint smile appearing at the corner of her mouth.
“So, this is our first meeting?”
“A country bumpkin meeting the princess for the first time dares not have any offensive thoughts…” Mo Li dared not admit to knowing her, only hoping that this princess didn’t remember him so well, maybe just a vague impression, after all, he was just an unknown little assassin.
However, his hopes were destined to be dashed.
“If just looking at me is considered offensive, then Mr. Mo Li…” Emilia leaned in close to Mo Li’s ear with a smile.
“You have already desecrated this princess… It hasn’t been long, you haven’t forgotten, have you?”
Boom boom!
A storm raged in Mo Li’s mind, and this sentence shattered his last bit of luck.
Emilia not only remembered him but also remembered what happened with him!
Mo Li’s heart was filled with despair.
It’s over, completely over.
Last time he accidentally walked into the bathroom and saw her, and this time he was caught badmouthing her behind her back.
New grudges and old scores combined, no matter how much he tried to survive, he was done for.
He just wanted to know if it was too late to write a will now.
What’s going on?
Pan Lin and his group of little friends, watching Mo Li and Emilia, were completely confused.
But just from the exchange of words, it could be judged that these two knew each other!
And because Emilia was so eye-catching, the focus on her also stayed on Mo Li, all showing a meaningful look.
Who is this man? He looks unfamiliar, is he really a noble? Most importantly, why would Her Highness the Princess take the initiative to approach him?!
A feeling called jealousy burned fiercely among the male nobles.
Young men, full of vigor, fighting each other for the favor of a female is a law of nature.
In this regard, the nobles present returned to their biological essence, their eyes almost turning green as they looked at Mo Li.
Mo Li could feel this too, after all, there were so many angry gazes stabbing him in the back, even if he was numb, he could feel it.
Do you think I want this? I don’t want it either, okay?! Don’t compare me to you lower-body creatures, I don’t want to have anything to do with this woman, okay?!
Mo Li originally planned to keep a low profile on this trip, after all, he couldn’t get along with these nobles and didn’t want to.
Now it seems that trouble is inevitable along the way.
“Mr. Mo Li, the event gold card, can you take it out and show me?” Emilia seemed to think of something, gave Mo Li a sweet smile, her voice was asking for permission, but Mo Li knew this was something he couldn’t refuse.
“I, I lost my gold card, let me look for it…”
“Oh, I see, then shall I accompany you to find it?~” Emilia remained unmoved, her smile unchanged.
“No, no need, I remembered wrong, I found it.” Unable to do anything about her, Mo Li could only hand over the card with trembling hands.
“Mo Li, Group Eighteen, okay, I got it~” Emilia returned the card to Mo Li.
“From now on, I’m also in Group Eighteen, please take care of me~”
“… Huh?!”
(Black and white illustration of Princess Emilia from the Holy See, oh, in her girlhood)
