Ke Xuezhuo's son-in-law

Chapter 627 Princess Mira

The air in the hotel's Queen's Suite was tense, and the bright night view outside the window was in stark contrast to the atmosphere inside the room. Princess Mila's eyes were cold, her voice was sharp and harsh, and every word was like a sharp arrow thrown at the butler.

"Are you thinking well? What kind of welcome party am I in now?" Her fingers tightened, holding a white handkerchief tightly, and the edges of the handkerchief were slightly wrinkled due to the excessive force.

The butler still maintained his calmness, and his smile seemed to calm all storms. There was no fear of the princess's anger in his eyes, only deep understanding and sympathy.

"Your Highness, I completely understand how you feel at this moment," the butler said softly, his voice as calm as the night breeze, trying to ease the princess's anger. He approached the princess cautiously, as if she were a wounded bird, "But this welcome party is not only for you, but also for the people who have always supported you and your mother."

A trace of wavering flashed in the princess's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by stubbornness. She shook the butler's hand away violently, as if his touch were an insult.

"I don't need you to tell me what's right and what's wrong!" she snapped, her body trembling slightly, showing her inner turmoil.

The butler did not flinch. He bowed politely and continued respectfully but firmly: "Your Highness, Princess, what would your mother-in-law think if she learned that the reception she had personally planned was cancelled?"

The princess was stunned, and the butler's words penetrated the fog in her heart like a beam of light. Her breathing became rapid and the handkerchief in her hand was crumpled into a ball.

The butler stated with a faint smile:

"I understand, Your Highness Princess, you want me to cancel the reception planned by your mother personally, and you don't want to say anything for the people who are sad about her death, right? That's okay, let's go back directly."

The princess slowly raised her head, her eyes full of anger and struggle. Her eyes seemed to want to pierce the housekeeper's calm surface, and her voice was trembling: "You...what do you want from me? Do I not even have the power to grieve?"

The butler leaned forward gently and put his hands behind his back. His posture revealed a kind of respect but also persistence: "Your Highness, everyone can understand your sadness, but this reception is also to pay tribute to your mother. , was her wish during her lifetime.”

Princess Mila clutched the edge of the window sill tightly, her nails almost digging into the wood. Her heart felt like being hit by the rolling waves, but the butler's words were like a lighthouse on the sea, guiding her in the direction forward.

At this time, the maids entered the room quietly, their eyes full of sympathy and respect, but they always maintained a professional sense of distance in front of the princess. They began to change the princess's clothes, slowly and orderly.

The princess's dress is a beautifully designed long dress, made with care by top tailors. Every stitch and thread represents her noble status. The maids gently untied the black mourning dress worn by the princess, their fingers delicate and skillful, as if performing a silent symphony. During the process of changing clothes, the princess's expression changed from anger to calmness. She closed her eyes, as if trying to isolate herself from the world, and the grief in her heart temporarily left her like the ebbing sea water.

A maid gently combed the princess's hair, and the comb passed through the hair, making a slight sound. Then, another maid handed the princess an exquisite necklace. The gems of the necklace shone in the light, just like the tears shining in the princess's eyes.

"Your Highness, you are so beautiful." A maid whispered, her eyes full of praise.

The princess gently opened her eyes and met her own gaze in the mirror. The woman reflected in the mirror was wearing a gorgeous dress, like a real queen. Despite her sadness, her posture remained graceful, and there was a strength in her demeanor that could not be ignored.

The butler stood aside, watching all this with gentle eyes, waiting for the princess's inner storm to subside. He knew that this young woman had the potential to become the leader of a country, she just needed time to adapt and accept it. Finally, the maids stepped back to make way for the princess to appear. The princess took a deep breath, her shoulders sinking slightly, then straightening again. Every breath she took was trying to bury the grief deep in her heart and show the outside world a strong princess.

She slowly walked to the door, and the butler opened the door for her respectfully and whispered: "You are ready, Your Highness."

The princess didn't answer, she just nodded slightly and stepped out of the door.

Outside the hall, Fujiwara and Conan Sonoko tasted exquisite snacks together. Their conversation was light and cheerful, and their laughter seemed particularly cordial amidst the hustle and bustle of the banquet. Kogoro had a frustrated look on his face. He was holding a glass of untasted red wine in his hand, and his brows were furrowed. It was obvious that he had encountered difficulties while searching for Miss Yoko.

"Hahaha"

Sonoko and Conan laughed as if they were mocking, making Kogoro's already gloomy mood even more gloomy.

"Conan, what do you think?"

Suddenly, the lights dimmed, then came back on instantly, and the door to the banquet hall was slowly opened. The host stood aside with a loud and formal voice: "Dear guests, let us welcome our distinguished Princess Mila with warm applause." Accompanied by this tribute, the princess, accompanied by the maid and butler, slowly Sui walked into the venue.

The conversation between Sonoko and Conan came to an abrupt end, and the red wine glass in Kogoro's hand unconsciously stayed in mid-air. Their eyes were completely attracted by the particularly dazzling figure at the door. Every step the princess takes appears to be extremely composed, and the resemblance between her appearance and Xiao Lan is striking.

Conan's eyes were fixed on the princess, his eyes full of doubts and curiosity: "Sister Yuanzi, look, the princess and sister Xiaolan are simply carved from the same mold!" He said softly, but in his voice But he couldn't hide his shock.

Yuanzi also had a look of surprise on her face. She opened her mouth slightly: "Really, this is amazing!" Her eyes followed the princess's steps and merged with the image of Xiaolan in her mind.

Mouri Kogoro looked at the princess with his father's unique scrutiny. After confirming the princess's appearance, he couldn't help but mutter: "In this world, there are such magical coincidences. She is really just like Xiaolan." ah"

Fujihara looked at the crowd around him silently. If his memory was correct, there was an assassin-like person in the plot who wanted to assassinate Princess Mira.

"Who on earth is it?"

(End of this chapter)