Chapter 339: Good night, my vampire majesty (31)
Walking on the road, there will always be passers-by looking at His Majesty the Blood Race whose appearance is half-obscured.
Feng Qian was a little helpless.
The shards are so beautiful, whether they are covered or not, they will attract the attention of others.
Of course, in order not to reveal the identity of the fragmented blood clan and avoid causing confusion, it is still necessary to block the appearance.
Feng Qian first took His Majesty of the blood clan to an inn to rest, and then went to the restaurant alone to sneak around, and inquired about the news in the palace.
The monarch was seriously ill, and all the princesses covetted the throne.
As for why it is a princess, it is mainly because there is no prince under the monarch.
There have been princes before, but they all died due to various reasons.
The throne cannot be passed on, so the heir can only be a princess.
The monarch was optimistic about the wind chimes they had just met on the cruise ship.
Wind chimes can be said to be the monarch's favorite daughter.
In fact, according to her seniority, Feng Qian was the first-line princess of the palace, and she was supposed to be a noble and unparalleled identity.
It's a pity that the monarch didn't like the original owner's mother, and by the way, he didn't like the original owner.
The original owner's mother was the queen, and she married the monarch, which was a political marriage.
When the original owner was sent to the West for marriage, the queen was kept in the dark, thinking that her daughter was going to be a queen in a Western country.
Of course, the original owner was sent to marry, and it did not rule out the possibility of being favored by Western kings, and it was not impossible to become a queen.
It can only be said that the original owner was unlucky, just in time for the sacrifice of the blood servant, and it happened to meet the conditions for becoming a blood servant.
After inquiring about the news, Feng Qian returned to the inn and ordered a few more dishes.
Feng Qian did not bring His Majesty the blood family downstairs to eat together.
It's better that the debris doesn't appear in public, otherwise it will be difficult to deal with if the identity is exposed or the flowers and plants are provoked.
However, unfortunately, Feng Qian encountered the wind chimes again.
Feng Qian pondered, do you want to avoid it first?
After all, she had said before that when they met again, the other party would change their words.
However, who would have thought that they would see each other so soon.
Feng Chi first noticed Feng Qian with sharp eyes, she walked over with a smile on her lips, and sat down opposite Feng Qian rudely.
Feng Chi Mei looked around, but didn't see the little boy who was on the cruise before.
Come to think of it, that boy is just a plaything for this blood servant sister.
She said yin and yang strangely: "I didn't expect my elder sister to become a blood servant, and she became romantic and affectionate."
"It's just..." Feng Chi continued, "I wonder if the blood clan will accept... unclean blood servants?"
Feng Qian lightly raised her eyes and glanced at the other party, and continued to eat her own meal.
The other party insinuated and mocked her for being disrespectful, and she could hear it.
It's just... the other party is also stupid.
Feng Qian didn't want to care about the other party.
He was ignored like he was on a cruise ship, Feng Chi's face changed, and he said harshly: "Sister came back, it's the idea of hitting the throne."
Hearing this sentence, Feng Qian raised an eyebrow and glanced at the other party.
The wind chimes continued: "However, it is a pity that the father has long promised that I will be the heir to the throne."
"As for you, sister, you are just a blood servant, the food that the blood clan keeps in captivity."
Feng Qian slowly finished the last bite of the meal, got up and walked upstairs.
I don't care, and I don't care about each other.
Wind chimes: "…"
It was ignored again, as if treating her as air.
Humph.
When she inherits the throne, the other party will see her again, but she will kneel.
If the other party really wants to fight for the throne, it's really a joke.
A blood servant, also delusional to become a queen?
Feng Chi sneered, with disdain and ridicule in his eyes.