Chapter 522: No Martial Ethics and No Morals

There are no secrets in this world, especially when the royal family is not prepared to keep it secret.

When the eldest prince Qin was conferred the title of Count Augusta, this highly political title instantly caused an uproar.

There are shortcuts in this world, such as... marrying a noble lady of the family to the crown prince.

Just like Knight Michael, if he were to change someone else, not to mention retaining the title of knight, I'm afraid the whole family would have to play Candy Crush.

The past is a lesson for the future.

Who doesn't want to follow Knight Michael and have a century of wealth?

Especially the nobles have their own tradition of marriage, the royal ladies marry down, the princes marry down, and they marry with all kinds of nobles to maintain close relations.

The circle of nobles is closed and conservative, and it operates according to a rule that seems to have not changed for thousands of years.

Therefore, every noble who thinks he is qualified is asking, hoping to feel the emperor's mind.

As for those who are not of sufficient level, they also hold a glimmer of hope, maybe it will be their turn?

This kind of good thing is even better than pie in the sky.

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Virut came in a hurry. Since he got the news, he rushed to the palace like a fire.

As an imperial earl, a close minister of His Majesty, and one of the most senior Yuancong, he thought he was qualified to marry into the royal family.

Moreover, monarchs of all dynasties also needed the support of a strong wife. Even if the eldest prince Qin didn't need it, he would not refuse.

At the gate of the palace, another carriage also drove in hurriedly.

The two sides almost collided with each other. Virut stretched his head and saw that it was an old acquaintance.

He quickly jumped off the carriage and whispered to the driver: "Hit it."

The driver naturally listened to the master of the family. The warhorse that had stopped was suddenly startled and rushed forward.

People neighed and horses neighed. Little Count Jeffreys, who was just about to stretch his head to look, almost fell on his buttocks.

Before he stood up to see the situation, he heard a bunch of people outside the carriage apologizing in a humble voice.

"The warhorse was frightened and disturbed the Minister of Justice. The owner of the family will come to apologize someday."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, go and see if the minister is injured, do you want us to send him to the doctor?"

Earl Jeffreys was so experienced that he felt something was wrong as soon as he heard it, and quickly climbed out of the carriage with his hands and feet.

"I'm fine, why do I need to see a doctor? Are you from Virut?"

Earl Jeffreys saw the disappointment in the eyes of these old soldiers, as if they wanted to take him to the hospital.

He stood up and saw Virut's back getting faster and faster, gradually jogging, and then running.

"You are good Virut, you teased my daughter when you were a child, and you are doing this to me again today. I will find your father to complain about you."

Earl Jeffreys stretched out his hand to push away the crowd and hurried over.

As he walked, he kept muttering, "What are you robbing? Can you succeed by being the first to succeed? Young people are still too naive."

Although he said so, his pace was getting faster and faster. After a simple inspection by the internal guards, he simply lifted his trouser legs and ran after him.

In the end, the young and strong and unscrupulous Virut won the short-distance race.

When Count Jeffreys arrived, he saw the boy hunched over and talking to His Majesty the Emperor.

This made Count Jeffreys so angry that he was fuming.

Then he was also quick-witted. He strode forward and shouted, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I want to sue Count Virut for not knowing etiquette and not abiding by the law. Such a family must be reprimanded. As the saying goes, if the upper beam is not straight, the lower beam will be crooked. If the beam is crooked, what good can it be?"

Virut was originally complacent, thinking that being young and strong is an advantage.

How could he know that he was unscrupulous and that the old guy Count Jeffreys was immoral.

Immediately, he hurriedly defended: "Old Earl, we compete fairly, without personal attacks."

Personal attack? Little Earl Jeffreys was disdainful. Young people are still inexperienced. Sooner or later, I will let you see what physical attack is.

He ignored Virut. There was no affection in such a big event.

"Your Majesty, I am not talking nonsense. Just now, Count Virut collided with my car in front of the palace, but he left directly. Do you think he should be punished?"

Derrick watched them fighting, and did not forget to add fuel to the fire: "He should be punished. I think the Minister of Justice should decide how to punish him."

This is a good relationship. Little Earl Jeffreys smiled so hard that his mouth almost reached his ears.

He was already thinking about how to trip up Virut and try to eliminate this biggest competitor.

Virut was anxious and quickly admitted his bad luck: "Your Majesty, I accept any punishment, but what do you think about what I just said?

My eldest daughter is sixteen this year, the second daughter is fourteen, and the third daughter is thirteen, all of them are just the right age.

What I teach are the traditions of our northern noble ladies. See which one Count Augusta likes."

That's right, although Virut is younger than Derek, as the eldest son of the family, he married and had children early, so his daughters are not young.

With the advantage of age and a special relationship between the monarch and his subjects, Count Jeffreys was really afraid that Your Majesty would agree to it.

He quickly said: "Your Majesty, you must be cautious about marrying a wife! Count Virut is young and doesn't know how to raise children. I just happen to have a granddaughter..."

"Your Majesty, three, my three daughters will marry the eldest prince." Virut was anxious.

Derrick glared at him. Why do I feel that you are hinting at something?

"Ridiculous, you two are important officials of the empire, hereditary earls, are you so lacking in royal grace and honor?" His Majesty the Emperor was slightly angry, just conveying his intention: "If you want to marry into my family, you can find a few younger princes. I will carefully select Qin's wife with the Queen."

Seeing that the two were not very willing, Derek could only speak more seriously: "Too much grace and honor is a disaster, not a blessing. Your generation is okay, don't you consider the next generation?

Guarding the family business, safe and sound, if you participate in the succession of the throne, you may end up in pieces."

The current Great Xia Empire is different from the previous kingdoms, and the power of the great nobles has been greatly reduced.

In the past, everyone participated in the royal succession, each with their own army waving flags and shouting, and if they lost, they would at most go back in disgrace, and the new king would not dare to force these great nobles when he ascended the throne.

But now the Great Xia Empire is highly centralized, and it is okay not to participate in the succession of the throne. Once you participate, you have to bet on whether the new monarch is magnanimous.

Therefore, in a highly centralized empire, the best choice for these hereditary nobles is to stay away from the succession of the throne.

Anyway, I will be loyal to whoever is the emperor, and I will never fall behind by guarding my own title.