In the Windsor family domain, today was the old Duke's birthday party.
The old Duke was now 70 years old, and his hair was graying at the temples. After drinking some red wine, he just looked at the guests with a smile and spoke upside down.
Duke Chad has never been one to entertain, and was not a good drinker. But today's birthday party was hosted by the patriarch who helped build the king's empire, and the old Duke has spent his life for his country, what's more, he liked to do charity work, so he was must not be disrespected.
So Chad took two steps forward and raised his wine glass, then nodded to the old duke who was in a distance with him. Everyone at the party knew that he was mute, so even though he was not asked to say a congratulatory speech, no one questioned it.
But the old Duke at the top suddenly murmured something, then he ran to Chad. When he looked up again, he was already in tears, and grabbed his hand and said: "Anderson, Anderson! Why haven't you come for a long time?"
Chad was slightly stunned. The "Anderson" he spoke of was clearly the name of the founding emperor, the current emperor who was retiring.
The next moment, the old Windsor's sons gathered around and pulled the agitated old duke back with all hands and feet.
"My father is now in his old age. His body is gradually weakening and his memory is failing, so he sometimes speaks in a confusing manner," The eldest son apologized and came forward: "No offense intended, hope Lord Chad will forgive me."
Chad waved his hand. He knew that the old duke was suffering from dementia, so he didn't take it personally.
The oldest son was not young, either, golden and white hair was intertwined, and he had a loose end to his eyes, even more tired than the old Duke, seeing Chad's forgiveness, he bowed as soon as he could: "Thank you, Lord Chad, for your understanding."
Immediately afterwards, Chad was then invited back to a long table full of fine dishes by the eldest son and his servants.
After enjoying the farce, everyone at the table lifted their glasses from the waiters or the table, laughing and whispering with the next person: "I've often heard the rumor that Lord Chad's face resembles that of the Emperor when he was young. Now it seems to be true."
The other man smiled back, glancing a little past Chad, who was seated across the table: "What's the use of a mere resemblance? Let's not talk about whether or not he is the son of the emperor who was left behind.
The mute disease in this Duke's body, doomed that wouldn't destine to achieve great things. Not to mention the possibility of him that be valued by the emperor to succeed him on the throne, it's a great honor to have him guard that border territory."
Since Chad's father's death, he has been a natural successor to the Dukedom, then began to appear among the nobility. And gradually it became clear that this gloomy, mute Duke was a man of mediocre qualifications, and never stood out from the crowd. Not to mention the fact that he did not like to gang up on people, not even close to any of the princes in the royal city now, so the crowd really can not see what kind of future he can have to speak of.
But it was said that, that Viscount Mike who was a close friend of the current king's eldest son, who was with the second prince are equally competent in the royal city. And Chad's territory is located on the border of the royal city, which is the most important place for soldiers to guard in times of war. Therefore, he has become a must-have among the royal sons, and they all want to use him to gain leverage for their own ascension to the throne.
"Hey, I heard that Viscount Mike sent some beautiful dancers and maids to Chad's estate the other day, while Duke Chad refused to accept them, what a old-fashioned and pedantic as hell, " the man added: "It is said that he is really noble, while I don't think so. Maybe the rumors are true. ..."
The man next door put down his wine glass, the so-called wild news, he had also heard of it. Like the handsome young duke was actually impotent or a woman, in fact, these kind of crude speculation.
"These rumors are true or false, is not the most important thing. It's just that at this moment still hold a 'clean' refused to choose the camp of the court battle. It is not wise to ..."
While talking, that man took another cocktail in hand, past the crowd and clinked glasses to Chad, then said a few words. Chad always gives a perfunctory smile, then raised his hand in a slightly tired manner, while the servant next to him translated what he had to say.
Midway through the birthday party, Chad suddenly felt his heart beating wrong, felt some signs of chest tightness and shortness of breath. He thought he was drunk, so he got up and excused himself from the banquet, saying he had to go to the lounge to change his clothes.
A few maidservants flocked to him and led Chad outside: "Lord Duke, the lounge is over there."
Chad waved his hand and told them to stand down: "I'm going into the garden to get some air, don't need you to follow me."
But he had forgotten that the servants could not read his sign language, and the servant who was following him was nowhere to be found. His body was becoming more and more uncomfortable, then realized that the wine he had been persuaded to drink had been drugged, and the servants in front of him could not have been bribed as well.
A few servant girls were holding him tightly, half-pressuring, half-threatening, and leading him to the lounge.
At that moment, suddenly, a servant dressed in brown blocked their way. The leading servant looked him up and down, that people was wearing a sash with the Grenville family crest embroidered on it. He was dressed in such a simple manner, was the coachman who had come with Duke Chad.
"My Lord," the man nodded: "Your mother is suffering from an old illness and has sent a message to ask you to return to the manor."
Chad was so dizzy at the moment, and his hand fell from the corner of his forehead. Slowly, he gestured: "Has the territorial doctor been to see her yet?"
He didn't realize that the man in front of him was only the lowest servant in the Outer House, should not be able to understand his sign language.
"I does not know," The coachman's eyes were slightly lowered and said: "It's just that Lady Mary is not feeling well at the moment, and is calling for you. Lord Duke, please go back with the servant."
Seeing that the pigeon was about to fly away, the servants, who had been given the benefit of the doubt, were unwilling to let him go, and spoke up, saying: "Duke Chad is drunk, and he should rest in the lounge first."
Chad was already limp, struggling to take a few steps forward, then fell into the coachman's arms.
Orville naturally tightened his grip around his waist: "No need to bother you all. Grenville family territory carriage is still parked in the front courtyard, and I will take His Highness back to the house."
As he said this, he arched his eyebrows a little. The bright light of the maidservants' lanterns reflected in his eyes, lighting up the watery blue ligh, elves-like beauty and voluptuousness.
The maidservants wanted to stay, but they heard the coachman say again: "If Mrs. Mary does not wait for Duke Chad. I'm afraid if Mrs. Mary doesn't wait for Your Highness, she'll have to order the estate's steward to come and look for him, then Duke Chad will have to charge me with negligence when he comes to his senses, so I beg your pardon."
They did not know the seriousness of Lady Mary's illness. If they were still insisted to force him to stay, they were afraid that would all be punished by Duke Chad.
The maids weighed the pros and cons, they had to let him carry Duke Chad away.
It was not until the carriage driver and Duke Chad's figure disappeared into the darkness that the leading servant girl came out of her daze, snapped out of her daze and murmured a question: "Look at his dress, obviously a coachman. But a servant of the lowest class, how can he have such a beautiful face?"
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Even through the layers of clothing, Orville could feel it. The person on his back was so hot, and even the spilling breath on his ears was burning.
He deliberately drove down the lane, and let the carriage was parked in a quiet and deserted place. And when he checked the carriage interior again, he found that the person inside was so hot that she was delirious.
Chad's hair was disheveled, her eyes were disoriented, even the lapels of his clothes were in disarray.
Orville hung the lamp in his hand on a hook on the wall of the wagon, and then bent down on his knees, with cold fingers slowly into the collar of Chad's shirt: "Do you still know who I am? Duke, my lord?"
The last two words he deliberately lowered, like chewing slowly between his lips and teeth, chewed and grinded them.
Chad didn't answer, the last vestiges of sanity forced him to raise his hand: "Get out!"
"Does Duke intend to hold it back like this?" The lowly coachman leaned down with a low laugh and leaned down, with her knees, she opened Chad's legs, which were tightly closed, squeezing and grinding the flooding tide of love and the unspeakable wetness of his bottom," If we go back like this, everyone's going to see Cecily like this."
"What about it?"
Cecily was Chad's real name, as a girl's name. Three years ago, before her brother died in a fire accident, everyone used to call her that. And Grenville, Cecily's father believed that he could lose a daughter, but never lose an heir. So after the fire, Grenville Sr. declared to the public that
Cecily was the one who died, not Chad.
And from then on Cecily was stripped of her name and her identity as a girl, wrapping breasts with a breast wrap, with dressed in men's clothes.
living as Chad.
No one on the estate dared to disobey old Grenville, so no one dared to call her Cecily, even her mother, not to mention the fact that the man in front of her was a lowly coachman, he should not have known about this.
Chad felt very surprised and, but she could not scream. Now the aphrodisiac she had mistakenly drank was now kicking in, which made her was so limp that she couldn't break the man's shackles even if she tried.
As she was saying that Orville's hands continued to go down again, ripped open the skirt under his robe.
There was a sudden chill under her body. Chad was too slow to react, and by the time she reacted, she tried to cover up, while it was already too late.
The look in her eyes was murderous, but when she raised her hand, her movement was soft and unintimidating.
After seeing clearly, the coachman was surprised and speechless for a moment. But after a moment of appreciation, then smiled meaningfully:
"You ...sure enough"
"But very much match you."
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