Quickly wear the big guy, she's beautiful and flirtatious

Chapter 633 The Vicious Stepmother Raises a Baby Strategy (5)

Lin Lang stood beside the old king's coffin calmly, without any intention of shrinking back because of the difficulties of the nobles.

There was a lot of discussion in the seats, and everyone speculated about the queen's intentions with malicious eyes, and then all focused on Duke Lyles.

After all, he is the Duke with the most noble status and the most right to speak.

Lyles didn't believe Lin Lang's nonsense at all.

He always thought that it was impossible for the old king to have a son, and Lin Lang did this so that he could monopolize the imperial power.

Since she doesn't hesitate to gamble with the royal blood, he might as well play tricks and see where she will get the prince.

Lyles pretended to compromise and said: "In this case, please ask the queen to bring this child for us to see, after all, this is a prince."

Lin Lang smiled kindly, her eyes were as bright as the moon: "Now is not the time, when the time is right, I will naturally arrange for the prince to meet everyone."

No one believed Lin Lang's words, let alone Lyles.

In his eyes, this was clearly Linlang delaying time for his own plot.

When is the time ripe?
If the child really existed, why didn't she bring him out now?
Just as Lyles was about to retort, Lin Lang interrupted: "I've finished what I want to say, it's getting late, everyone who wants to stay and sleep with the old king, stay, I'm going back to sleep. "

After speaking, he yawned and left, not paying attention to these nobles at all.

Lyles clenched his fists angrily.

The new queen was even more difficult than expected.

He would like to see where she got this child from! -
Next to the stables was a small house for the caretaker.

The small house is made of straw, and it is already precarious, and it will crumble when the wind blows.

In this dark night with some snowflakes, it looks even more lonely and cold.

In the middle of the grass house is a pot of charcoal fire, which is the only warm existence in this house.

Five-year-old Snow White huddled beside the charcoal fire, still shivering from the cold.

He was only wearing a tattered linen skirt that had been mended, and his face was flushed red from the cold.

Even wearing a torn skirt, in such an embarrassing situation, he was still unbelievably beautiful.

The black curly hair exudes luster like jewels, and under the long and thick eyelashes, there are a pair of pitch-black pupils, which reflect the jumping firelight, sparkling beautifully.

His exposed skin was as pure white and clean as snow, without any impurities, just sitting there quietly, like the angel in God's painting, people couldn't help but feel pity.

Anna didn't show any sympathy.

She's freezing to death in this damn place.

She would have been fine in an air-conditioned library in the 21st century.

Just because I accidentally found a book of fake fairy tales, I complained about the plot in it, and ended up transmigrating into the book.

She thought that she had such a different experience from ordinary people, and her identity in the book would be something like a princess.

As a result, reality gave her a blow to the head.

She dressed as a maid.

Anna was not reconciled to her fate being so humble and miserable.

After all, she is the one who knows the plot of the whole story.

She knew that the current Queen Ira was actually a witch.

Knowing that the Snow White she cast out was actually a prince.

So she found the prince with the halo of the protagonist in the spirit of being a fairy tale heroine.

Who knows that the prince is only a five-year-old child now.

It's okay, she endured it.

Just hold tight to the prince's thigh.

She must be very rich.

There is even the possibility of becoming queen.

(End of this chapter)