The Savior Says She's Having a Breakdown - Chapter 29
Chapter 29: Negotiation (Part 2)
Upon receiving Margie’s invitation letter, Idith readily agreed to the meeting, only changing the location to the Royal Palace.
Hearing this news, Feng Qingyu had no reaction, but Hena and Mina were somewhat worried.
Feng Qingyu was utterly confused by this: “Isn’t meeting anywhere the same?”
“If you upset His Majesty, we can somewhat look after you here at the manor, but our guards are not allowed to enter the Royal Palace…”
“Hold it right there—I haven’t even started, and you’re already discouraging me!” Feng Qingyu rolled her eyes at her and said, “I promise, I’ll return safely with good news.”
Margie nodded and said, “No matter what happens, I will ensure her safety.”
“I really appreciate your concern!” Feng Qingyu was quite dismissive of their excessive worry. “Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey, children’s talk! The wind will blow it away! Nothing will happen. Everything will go smoothly, okay!”
Mina was as worried as Hena: “But the Spirit Spring is, after all, something His Majesty strictly forbade…”
“Alright, alright, I know you’re worried about me, but please just trust me, okay? Absolutely, absolutely, absolutely no problem.”
Seeing her insist, Hena and Mina exchanged a look and had no choice but to drop the matter.
Feng Qingyu, who was about to return to her room, suddenly remembered: “But how will I get to the Royal Palace tomorrow? Your King didn’t say she would send someone to pick me up?”
“I will accompany you.”
Seeing Feng Qingyu about to object, Hena said, “With Her Highness accompanying you, we can be much more at ease.”
The resolute attitude of the three showed that Feng Qingyu knew her refusal wouldn’t be listened to, so she accepted it. She said to Margie: “However, I hope that when I talk to your mother tomorrow, you will not interrupt, no matter what I say.”
“This…” Hena looked hesitantly at the slightly frowning Margie. “His Majesty is Her Highness’s mother, after all…”
“…Do you think I’m dumber than you, or are you smarter than me?” After saying this, she suddenly realized something felt a bit off, but Feng Qingyu didn’t dwell on it. She waved her hand, dropped the playful act, and said very seriously, “Anyway, if you want to investigate the truth, then from now on, everything is up to me; if you think the truth is irrelevant, then pretend I didn’t say anything and decline your King on my behalf.”
Hena and Mina were stunned by her serious demeanor and quickly apologized: “We’re sorry. We spoke out of turn.”
Only then did Feng Qingyu nod with satisfaction and return to her room.
The next morning, Feng Qingyu got dressed and opened her door, only to find that the start of this day seemed very familiar—
Margie was wearing a neat dark-red Legion uniform and staring coldly ahead. Only when she saw the door open and the person walk out did she force out a very awkward smile: “Wear this one.”
Feng Qingyu then noticed a maid standing behind her, holding a long, water-red dress with white lace. She immediately felt that the person in front of her was probably beyond help: “It’s getting late. I think we should go straight to breakfast and then to the palace.”
“No rush. Getting to the palace is quick,” Margie reassured her.
Feng Qingyu, whose breath was choked back, was helpless: “…I’m slow at changing clothes. It takes too much time. Let’s forget it.”
Margie kept observing her expression changes, then thought about the meaning of her words, and finally said, “I can help you change.”
You really should stop thinking! Recalling how Margie had “helped” her change clothes before, Feng Qingyu wanted to cry. Dealing with this kind of person really required a straightforward approach: “This dress is too ugly. I’m not wearing it.”
Margie suddenly understood, then said, “But to enter the palace, you must wear formal attire.”
“Why didn’t you say so earlier! I have plenty of gowns in my closet. Any one of them is prettier than this!” With that, she turned and went back to her room, closing the door with a “bang.”
Opening the closet and choosing the most simple and plain gown, Feng Qingyu held up the hem of her skirt and walked out. She saw Margie looking somewhat lost. She was just about to ask the maid next to her what had happened when she saw the maid leave without looking back.
Remaining silent until they reached the covered corridor, Feng Qingyu finally couldn’t hold back and asked, “What was wrong with you… just now?”
“Was it really that ugly?”
The voice was faint, but every word carried self-doubt and clearly reached Feng Qingyu’s ears.
Feng Qingyu paused, then immediately realized she was talking about the dress: “It was… a bit ugly. It’s not completely without merit, though.”
After saying this, Feng Qingyu immediately regretted her saintly behavior. As soon as the other person softened, she couldn’t say a single harsh word. This was the perfect opportunity to get rid of this persistent annoyance!
Margie turned her face and smiled slightly at her. This time, it wasn’t a cold smile or an awkward smile! And—it was surprisingly beautiful.
Feng Qingyu quickly turned her face away, feigning seriousness: “I’ve always wanted to tell you, you should stop smiling. Every time you smile, I feel like you’re about to pull out your sword and point it at me or demand my ashes.”
“I won’t anymore.”
Just as Feng Qingyu was about to praise her for agreeing so readily, she heard her add, “I won’t pull a sword on you or threaten you ever again.”
Feng Qingyu, who was either nauseated or terrified and covered in goosebumps, desperately wanted to grab her shoulders and shout: Snap out of it!
Fortunately, they soon arrived at the restaurant, where Hena, Mina, and Yuna were already seated and waiting.
As soon as Margie and Feng Qingyu took their seats, another person walked in through the door. She looked thinner than before, and her expression was less sharp.
Seeing that Margie had no intention of arranging a seat for Fiona, Hena had no choice but to stand up and point to Feng Qingyu’s former seat: “Fiona, sit over there.”
Fiona nodded and obediently sat down, quietly beginning to eat her meal.
Margie secretly glanced at Feng Qingyu’s expression, but the latter showed no change in emotion, only focusing on eating her specially ordered breakfast, as if nothing had happened.
“Are you finished? It should be about time now,” Feng Qingyu placed her chopsticks on the cleaned plate. Turning her head, she saw that half of Margie’s breakfast remained on her plate and was momentarily surprised.
Margie put down her knife and fork upon hearing this, wiped her hands, and said, “Let’s go.”
“But Her Highness’s breakfast is still…” Yuna mumbled, watching the two leave.
Mina didn’t even look up: “Eat your own. Her Highness is old enough. We don’t need to worry about such small matters in the future.”
“Mhm.”
Mina looked in the direction of the voice, surprised that Fiona had changed so much after being confined for a period.
Seeing the three people look over, Fiona remained unfazed, simply continuing to eat her meal.
The Royal Palace of Alpha Star is situated in the very center of the capital city, its area, in terms of width alone, is four or five times that of Margie’s residence.
As the AI-driven vehicle entered the Royal Palace parking lot, dedicated personnel immediately came to open the doors for the two of them.
Feng Qingyu struggled to keep pace with Margie, afraid of getting lost the interior of the Royal Palace consisted of one long corridor after another, all looking exactly the same. Do people who live here never get lost?
After Feng Qingyu tripped over the hem of her gown three times and caught herself, Margie finally realized the problem and deliberately slowed her pace.
Feng Qingyu looked down, holding the hem of her skirt, and seeing the pair of black military boots next to her, deliberately adjusting to her stride length and frequency, a strange feeling gradually sprouted in her heart. Before she could figure out what this feeling was, they arrived at Idith’s study.
“Your Highness, Miss, please,” the person leading the way knocked on the door for them and then invited the two inside.
Idith was sitting on her King’s Chair, smiling warmly as she looked at the two who entered: “Hearing that you personally invited me, I realized that you’ve been a guest in the Star Kingdom for so long, and I haven’t invited you to the Royal Palace. It’s my lack of hospitality. You don’t mind, do you?”
Feng Qingyu shook her head after sitting down: “How could I? I presume you are busy with state affairs and working hard. How could I mind such a small thing? Besides, Margie mentioned that you are busy with official duties. If the matter wasn’t very urgent, I wouldn’t disturb you at this time.”
Idith’s smile was as kind as that of an aunt next door: “Margie briefly mentioned it in the invitation letter. I hear you’ve encountered a bottleneck with the human creation issue?”