"OK."

Michael raised the corners of his lips, glanced at Yingqian, nodded slightly, and wrote her words on the document.

"As for who does that dog belong to?" Yingqian turned over, stared at the ceiling, and said angrily: "You throw away a dead dog, and after you raise it, you want to go back. How can there be such a beautiful thing?

?What is she? She can take advantage of her even more than me."

She sneered.

He squinted his eyes and thought for a moment, then ordered:

"You ask someone to go outside and pick up a dead dog. If that Countess Ward asks for it again, give her the dead dog. Anyway, what she threw away was a dead dog. We can just give her one back. That's fine.

Fair."

"As for the Countess of Cavendish." Yingqian yawned and became even more sleepy. "Let her bring the dog tomorrow and let me see how cute it is. It's really free for them to snatch it like this."

I'm going to die..."

Her voice became lower and lower.

soon.

It sank completely.

The quill pen held in Michael's palm also stopped moving.

He looked at Yingqian.

But from his angle, he could only see a slight bulge on the bed.

It wasn't long before I woke up.

She fell asleep again.

Michael pursed his thin lips, the quill made a slight crisp sound when he held it, and a touch of white appeared on his fingertips.

He finally got up.

Went to the bed.

He looked down at Yingqian.

Her whole body was hidden under the quilt.

Only a small head is exposed.

Maybe it's a little hot.

There was a flush on the baby's pale cheeks.

The red lips quivered uneasily.

As if he was talking about something.

But those words are too broken.

Michael couldn't tell the difference.

He looked at Ying Qian unscrupulously.

From her frown.

to the very delicate tip of the nose.

Finally it spread to Yin Hong's lips.

He seemed to be bewitched.

Fixed gaze.

Breathing suddenly accelerated.

Even the earlobes had a hint of red.

"Witch."

Michael looked closer.

Then he slowly took half a step back.

he thought.

Nothing wrong.

Yingqian is indeed a witch.

She is tempting him.

Fall into hell.

Michael would never visit her again.

He returned to the desk again, picked up the quill, and devoted all his attention to the documents in front of him.

It didn't take long.

There were subtle footsteps.

The head maid wanted to knock on the door, but she knocked with her knuckles.

The ajar door slowly opened.

She was startled at first and was about to apologize, but when she glanced around and saw Michael who was processing paperwork, she frowned.

"Your Highness!"

The head maid walked through the door and said displeasedly:

"You haven't rested all night, so you can't be tired anymore! These documents are not urgent matters and can be dealt with after the Queen recovers."

"The queen is resting, please be quiet."

Michael glanced at the bed and saw that Yingqian had not been awakened. Then he looked at the head maid again and said:

"It's okay with me, what can I do with you?"

"But you..."

The head maid frowned and looked at Yingqian with even more displeasure.

She sighed and said firmly:

"The queen's luggage has been sent here, including a mirror. Because it was too big, we put it in the tower."

"I understand, I will tell the queen, thank you for your hard work." Michael nodded, "Is there anything else?"

The head maid shook her head.

She bent down and bowed respectfully.

He took two steps back, but couldn't help but look back and whispered:

"Your Highness, the king is just seriously ill, and the queen treats you like this. You shouldn't be so tolerant, you should..."

"No."

Michael interrupted the head maid, he sighed, and there was a look of pain between his brows.

He said:

"You shouldn't say that about her. She is our queen and she should inherit the authority of the king and control and manage this country."

"But you..."

"It's okay with me."

Michael rubbed his forehead, as if he wanted to smile at the head maid, but the curve of his lips looked a little forced.

The head maid frowned even more tightly.

She took a step forward and said seriously:

"You are the next king. As long as you wait two more years until you reach adulthood, you can naturally inherit the throne..."

The head maid's words became softer and softer.

Even she knew it in her heart.

Two years is really too long.

In the meantime, Michael still had to live under Yingqian's control.

And even if Michael comes of age.

Just think about it.

She also has a way to prevent Michael from inheriting the throne.

"How come we have such a vicious queen!" The head maid looked pained. She closed her eyes, clasped her hands together, and murmured like a prayer: "God, save our country, save His Highness the Prince!

"

A certain evil queen was lying on the bed, turned over, and snored.
To be continued...