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A robin with a diamond crown... a royal emblem?
Looking through the small window at the back of the carriage, the young woman saw the robin emblem engraved on the front of the luxury carriage and her face darkened. The cheerful smile with a hint of slyness on her face instantly transformed into boundless anger as a storm approached.
"Behind us... it should be Prince Joshua's carriage."
Watching the overturned freight carriages being shoved off the road and the small merchants who hurriedly picked up their goods with angry yet resigned faces, the middle-aged noblewoman's expression also turned a bit sour.
Though equally displeased with the prince's behavior, upon seeing the anger growing deeper in the young woman's eyes, she hurriedly warned,
"Princess Veronica, you went out in private today, without a retinue, and not even the Guard Troops.
If you go out now, not only will you disrupt the Duke of Lionheart's investiture ceremony, but if the Rebels find out you are here, it will definitely cause a major uproar!"
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, the lively and cheerful young girl was completely gone, returning to her usual solemn and dignified demeanor.
After glancing again at the luxury carriage behind her, the young woman... or rather, Princess Veronica withdrew her gaze, her expression calm as she instructed,
"Drive the carriage off the road and let Joshua's carriage pass first. After the investiture ceremony ends, have someone write a pamphlet from the small merchants' perspective about today's events and make it sound as tragic as possible."
The middle-aged noblewoman was slightly startled upon hearing this and asked in confusion,
"Are you planning to complain to Your Majesty with the pamphlet and ask him to restrain Prince Joshua's behavior?"
"No, in past financial disputes with the nobles, my father owed Joshua's mother too much, so he was overly indulgent towards him. Even if he knew Joshua did such things, he would at most just scold him with words."
The princess shook her head, gazing at the rapidly passing luxury carriage, and said blandly,
"If you truly want to solve the problem, this pamphlet should be given to the Lower House, to those members who are always finding faults with me. Give them the opportunity to make an issue of it.
*No matter how much I advise Joshua, it would be useless. Only when the entire royal family's reputation is thoroughly damaged and substantial interests are forcibly taken away will my father's slap reach Joshua's face, making him realize what should and shouldn't be done.*"
"Your Highness, you truly are..."
After hearing the princess's words, the middle-aged noblewoman couldn't help but chuckle and then shook her head as she glanced at the distant luxury carriage,
"*Given Your Majesty's temperament, Prince Joshua is in for a tough time. If you are compelled by those members to yield something, Prince Joshua probably won't have a carriage to ride for half a year.*"
Would just getting a slap and not having a carriage to ride for half a year be considered tough?
Upon hearing the noblewoman's words, the princess didn't speak but looked through the window at the dozens of overturned carriages on the roadside and the scattered cargo smashed on the road.
A light rain had just fallen the night before, and even on meticulously repaired paths like Redwood Avenue, the roadside could not avoid being muddy, with ponds of water here and there.
*Among the goods transported by these small merchants, the porcelain and lamps directly shattered need no mention. Things like coal, flour, and spices, they can't come into contact with water either.*
The velvet ribbons and similar items meant for decorating the investiture ceremony that got stained with mud wouldn't be accepted by the Ryan Family, meaning they'd certainly made the trip for nothing.
Moreover, the Charl Department Store, in order to protect itself, had been forced into low-price sales for more than half a month already, leaving small merchants struggling. Supplying the Ryan Family's investiture ceremony was a rare opportunity for them.
*If I guessed correctly, many of them owe money on their goods, or even took out loans, and now Joshua's guards overturned everything onto the roadside.*
*If I ignore this, more than half of these carriage owners might go bankrupt. Those who are now crying while gathering goods on the roadside might soon end up in the Capital City's slums.*
"Forget it, I shall not attend the investiture ceremony."
After glancing at the ribbons in the mud and the crying merchants by the roadside, the princess couldn't help but shake her head in resignation and waved her hand dismissively,
"Let's go, we'll find Joshua's Guard Troops first and make him compensate these people. Otherwise, someone among them might..."
"Make way! Move aside quickly!"
"How did the freight wagon get onto the fast road? Get it off now!"
"Push them aside! The Duke's carriage is behind us, and we're delaying the investiture ceremony's time!"
Hearing the commotion coming from behind, the princess's brow furrowed again. She leaned out of the window and looked back.
This time, the newly arrived carriage, pulled by eight tall and vigorous char horses, nearly occupied the entire ten-meter-wide road. Its opulence surpassed Joshua's carriage.
The mahogany carriage engraved with a crowned lion crest was decorated with gilded bronze nails, inset with contiguous jewels, and the white steel wheels bore beast-like imprints, leaving lion paw print patterns on the ground. Every aspect was crafted to perfection within the regulations.
The Duke of Lionheart's carriage? Troublesome...
Seeing the road thrown into chaos yet again, the princess sighed inwardly.
To avoid that scoundrel Joshua, most of the carriages in front had moved off the fast lanes. Many had just barely returned to the road, and restoring order would take at least twelve to thirteen minutes, making it impossible to evade again in time.
As for the new Duke of Lionheart, if he wanted to reach Ryan Manor within the usual time, he might have to mimic that scoundrel Joshua and forcibly shove these carriages aside, staining yet another batch of goods...
"Stop where you are!"
Just as the princess hesitated over whether to reveal her identity and discuss with the Duke to buy some time for these small merchants, a head suddenly popped out of the carriage window, halting the guard preparing to overturn the carriages.
"Why rush people? Isn't this road wide enough... hmm..."
Looking at the half-occupied fast lane and estimating the width of his own gaudy carriage, realizing it indeed wasn't quite enough, Leon silently swallowed his words and turned to glare at the perspiring richly dressed old man beside him, speaking discontentedly,
"I said there's no need to take the carriage. Walking wouldn't take long. It's just that you all fuss too much, making me return for this whole grand show... Look! Now we're blocked!"
Feeling stifled by Leon's words but having no real recourse, the previous duke's old butler could only smile and persuade,
"Duke, riding the 'Lionheart Car' to the manor is a tradition of our Ryan Family and part of the investiture ceremony. Please endure it a bit longer, just a little longer!"