What Should I Do If I was Forced to Marry the Elf Queen

"Young Master? Young Master? What are you thinking about?"

The maid squatted by the bath and looked at Isil curiously.

The girl came back to her senses when she heard the voice of the maid. She turned her head and said in embarrassment.

"Ahem... It's nothing... You don't need to care..."

"But I see you, I've been in a daze just now... and grinning silly while touching my chest... Is there really no problem?"

The maid asked with concern.

daze?giggle?

So.... Did she see the shameful look you were just now?

Thinking of this, Isil was ashamed and angrily!

"Huh!? You said that you don't care about it! Why are you asking!! It's so annoying!"

The girl immersed her face in the water with a shy look, and kept beating her hands on the water.

"Okay, don't ask, don't ask...Isn't people concerned about Young Master?"

The maid looked strangely at the girl struggling in the water.

You know, for many years, Ihir has shown himself as a prince to outsiders.In his speech and behavior, he consciously moved closer to the man.

Even when dealing with older sisters and personal maids at home, most of them consider themselves as "men", and rarely show the pampering state of girls.

But... what the young master looks like today is very different from before.

If it were in normal times, when the young master taught himself, he would only say "shut up" with a cold face.

But her reaction today was very intense...not only did she blush abnormally, she also said several times more than usual.It looked like a little girl whose mind was pricked.

This surprised the maid's heart.

"Young Master what happened today?"

Thinking curiously, she suddenly remembered the romantic novel that the young master had sent herself to buy from a human merchant.

Most of those books are about romantic love stories, and some are quite thrilling gothic novels.

In those Gothic novels, the male protagonist is often thin, handsome, with an awl face, and lives in a castle deep in the mountains.Then they will cruelly imprison the kind and weak heroine in the secret room of the castle to torture.But in the end, she will magically fall in love with the heroine and live a happy life with her.

Although the ending is beautiful, the maid's horror and repression of the atmosphere, most of her pen and ink are used to describe sadistic novels, she still can't appreciate it.In her opinion, such novels are no different from horror stories.

But Young Master Yihir unexpectedly liked Gothic novels... According to her own explanation, she was imitating the protagonist of Gothic novels and portraying the image of "Prince Yihir".

Before today, the maid had believed this statement.Because the "prince" "played" by the young master is indeed wise and cruel, just like the vampire hero in the novel.

But today.... Seeing the shyness of the young master, she has a different view.

Maybe the young master is also enjoying the love in the story?

It's just.... I can't appreciate that kind of love.

Thinking of this, the maid smiled heartily, and shook her head.Whispered to himself:

"It seems that Your Highness also has a girlish heart~"

"what did you say?"

The maid's self-talk was keenly caught by Isil.

"Did you just say something about me?"

With her long pointed ears trembling, the girl raised her eyes from the water and looked at the maid by the pool.

"No, it's your highness that you got it wrong."

The maid shook her head and approached Isil.

"Young Master, do you need me to rub your back?"

"You actually changed the subject... huh... Irene, you also broke up!"

Isil stared at his personal maid unhappily, but there was also a contradiction in his heart.

She was the one who served her as a child and was one of the few people in the family who knew her true identity.

Compared to his serious sister, Isil is more inclined to say something self-conscious to Irene most of the time.

For this sister who grew up with me, I always knew everything.And Irene is undoubtedly the best listener.

But thinking about what happened today... Isil couldn't help but hesitate.

In the past, she had always confided to Irene as the "Prince Isil".

But everything that happened today has dislocated his identity.

At least in the eyes of the soldiers and elders onlookers, he was no longer "Prince Isil", but a girl from the North.

And what I just thought and thought were all based on my being a girl.

Although there were a thousand perplexities and incomprehensions in my heart, the words came to my lips, but they were completely spoken.

I always feel a little embarrassed.

Thinking of this, the girl didn't pursue it any further, she got up on the edge of the bath, walked to a small chair and sat down.

"For the time being, let you go and help me rub my back."

"Okay Your Highness~"

The maid blinked and walked behind the girl with a wet towel.

She wiped it gently on the smooth and white naked back.

"call....."

Isil exhaled a suffocating breath from his mouth, but he was still thinking about things just now.

She was hesitating whether to tell Irene about her plan.

Marry that half-elf... and then get in touch with the decision-making meeting through him and the empress.

This is a consideration for the family and the people of the far north.

Isil warned himself this way in his heart:

I made sacrifices for the good of the family.

But somehow, there was a faint longing in her heart... longing for someone to touch her body and kiss her lips.

Thinking about this, the girl's hands quietly walked to her slightly raised breast.

"It feels like Young Master looks a little strange today... he always rubs his breasts inexplicably..."

While the girl was thinking about it, Irene smiled and said.

"Don't worry... Your Highness, you are still young now, it will always grow up~"

"Who...who cares about that kind of superfluous things?!" Upon hearing this, Yishir hurriedly let go of his hands blushing, and hurriedly defended, "Ben...Prince Ben, not The kind of bad woman who wants to please men with her breasts...how...how can you care about this kind of thing?"

"Well...whatever you say, Your Royal Highness..."

The maid smiled and shook her head, and kept rubbing her hands on the girl's crystal smooth skin.

"By the way... Since your return in the evening, your Highness has always looked like something is wrong~ Why, did you encounter something at the decision-making meeting?"

"No... No! Absolutely not!"

As soon as she heard the words of the decision-making meeting, the girl suddenly became excited, and she hurriedly denied.

After realizing her gaffe, she immediately defended:

"Eileen, don't get me wrong, I didn't mean that...I mean...the old stuff that is full of food all the time makes things difficult for me in the decision-making meeting...I am very angry!

"I understand I understand... Young Master, you have worked hard for the family."

The maid didn't break the girl's thoughts, but just followed her words and nodded.

"Oh...actually nothing..." At this point, the girl sullenly hugged her slender jade legs, put her face on her pink halo, and said with some distress, " Spent a whole day with those old foxes... There is no progress at all... If this continues, my sister will go to war!"

"His Royal Highness, don't worry, it will be fine, everything will be fine..."

Putting down the towel, the maid put her hands on Isil's flat shoulders and pressed it dexterously.

"By the way, Your Highness... Didn't you ask me to inquire about the half-elf next to the Empress? I just heard something from the attendant who delivered the meal..."

The girl's eyes brightened as soon as she heard the words Half-elf.

78. It's decided!

"Half-elf? What did you hear? Tell me?"

The girl turned her head impatiently and asked, staring at the maid's face.

"What's wrong, Your Highness? Did something happen between you and that half-elf?"

Irene tilted her head and looked at her young master strangely.

She seemed to be puzzled by the girl's excitement.

"No...nothing...I just think...it’s better to know yourself and the enemy..."

After realizing his gaffe, Isil turned his head quickly, desperately concealing his embarrassment.

"After all... he... he is the person next to the female emperor, right? Investigating him is helpful to our work..."

The girl lowered her head and whispered.

If it weren't for the steam in the bathroom, the blush on her cheek must be very conspicuous.

"Is it really?"

A hint of cunning flashed in the maid's eyes, but she did not ask more, but continued:

"In this case... I will tell your Royal Highness what I have heard~"

"Ok....."

The girl still turned her back to Irene, just snorted softly.

But he had already pricked his ears, ready to listen to the maid's narration with all his attention.

"The half-elf's name is Lindentu... Just a few months ago, he had just been made the Duke of Luo Xiao."

"Linden Figure?"

The girl said the name silently in her heart.

"So this is his name? But the pronunciation seems a little strange... doesn't it feel like an elf's name?"

The pronunciation of the half-elf's name made her a little confused, but inexplicably familiar.

But even she herself can't tell exactly where this subtle "familiar" feeling comes from.

"He is the husband under the crown of the female emperor...Although the ceremony has not been officially held yet, on Hanshuang Mountain, this is already a fact accepted by everyone."

At this time, Irene continued to tell.

"The husband under the crown of the female emperor?! Isn't it a male favorite?"

Hearing this, Isil couldn't help being a little surprised.

Because in the concept of the Far North, a woman will only marry a man who is stronger than her and can conquer her.

The Empress of Frost, El Mesa, is the strongest in the entire Western Continent, and no one can beat her.

Therefore, it is natural for Ihill to regard Lindentu as El Mesa's male favorite instead of her husband.

"Could it be that... he is stronger than the female emperor?"

The girl asked in a puzzled way.

"Of course it's impossible..." Irene shook her head and said with a puzzled expression, "Young Master, isn't it strange? These elven women on the continent would actually be willing to marry men who are weaker than themselves. , It's really weird."

"Yeah.... It's really weird..."

Isil nodded silently.