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Seeing the situation turning unfavorable for Taswya, Declan, acting as a mediator, quickly stepped in as an arbitrator.

“Princess Sierra has a fiance. You’ll see him at tonight’s ball.”

“Miss Lawrence, Mr. Foley, you’ve just arrived in Zheemond and must be tired from your journey. Why not rest at the embassy for now and start the formal talks tomorrow?”

According to the meeting schedule, the official discussions were indeed set to begin at 9 AM the next day. Today was merely for both parties to meet and get acquainted.

“Alright, we’ll head back to the embassy to rest. Thank you, Princess Sierra, Mr. Gilliam, and Duke Austen for your warm reception.”

As they finished speaking, the embassy’s car arrived at the entrance, and Cheyenne and Kelvin shared a ride.

Master Glenn and his brother-in-law were forced to sit together again. He took the passenger seat without a word spoken between them.

The driver was so intimidated by the presence of these two powerful men that he tried to breathe as quietly as possible.

The rest of the group got into other vehicles in twos and threes, driving away under the pursuit of reporters and flashing cameras.

The brief morning welcome event came to an end.

However, Taswya was far from calm. This was just an opening remark, yet Princess Sierra’s behavior this morning was unbecoming of a royal princess.

No sooner had she returned to the palace from the embassy than she was reprimanded by the general and the president.

“Princess Sierra, why did you keep targeting Miss Lawrence this morning? It was an unwise decision because you are no match for her.”

“Exactly. Don’t think that just because you’re a princess, we can’t criticize your actions. Chulae is very powerful right now, not someone we can afford to offend.”

“This matter must be reported to the king. If you continue to act willfully, we won’t hesitate to strip you of your title!”

After all, Sierra wasn’t the only eligible princess in the royal family. They could always spend some time and effort grooming another mascot to replace her.

Sierra’s eyes reddened with anger. She had always spoken like this; why did they have no objections before?

“You can’t treat me like this! I am the legitimate princess!”

Taswya was a dual monarchy with a constitutional system, similar to other countries with a separation of powers.

They retained the traditional monarchy while adding a military and an elected government. The royal family acted as mediators and arbitrators between the two, holding no real power in daily affairs.

The royal family members became a symbol of Taswya, serving to stabilize public sentiment and handle foreign relations.

Her father was the previous king, but having no sons, he abdicated in favor of his younger brother.

The current king was her uncle. Out of gratitude for his brother’s generosity, he titled Sierra as the “Grand Princess.”

If he had no sons to inherit the throne, Sierra’s child would become the next monarch.

Because of this, Duke Austen tolerated this arrogant and haughty princess in every way possible.

However, Sierra’s dream of emulating Queen Elizabeth seemed destined to shatter. Her uncle’s harem included over a dozen concubines, with seven or eight sons and numerous daughters.

Her current status was precarious; she had to secure her position through marriage alliances.

If expelled from the royal family, she would be no different from an ordinary commoner outside. Sierra couldn’t bear the thought of living as a commoner!

“I will handle this diplomatic mission well. Please rest assured that Sierra will not disgrace the royal family.”

“Let’s hope Princess Sierra keeps her word!”

Cheyenne was different!

She was personally acknowledged by Abel as his goddaughter and was married to Chulae’s wealthiest man. She was also an internationally renowned expert in traditional medicine!Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Even without the title of “President’s Daughter,” she could still live well on her own merits.

At worst, her powerful network of friends would ensure she never went hungry.

Her strength was her greatest confidence!

It was also the source of her self-assurance!

In the sunlight, her face glowed white. Her professional attire-a white shirt paired with a black suit-added a touch of mature confidence to her petite frame.

Kelvin watched in fascination.

His Cheyenne had grown up. The radiant woman she had become was truly stunning!

Unable to resist in the car, Kelvin pulled her into his arms and planted a kiss on her pink earlobe while the driver wasn’t looking.

His magnetic voice murmured softly in her ear, “Cheyenne, you look so beautiful like this. How about wearing this tonight?”

Cheyenne thought he had something important to say but was surprised by his inappropriate comment.

Her face flushed red instantly.

Pouting, she huffed coldly.

“No way, Kelvin! You better behave yourself!”

Didn’t he see there were others in the car? Did he not care about her dignity?

Kelvin chuckled quietly. If she really disagreed, she would have pinched him by now.

Her red ears indicated she was just shy.

“Alright, I’ll behave. Let’s talk about this morning’s events then. How confident are you?”

Thinking about Duke Austen’s gaze on his wife made Kelvin uncomfortable. It seemed he needed to investigate Duke Austen further.

And that old fox Declan played his part well too.

Cheyenne leaned tiredly on his shoulder. She hadn’t fully woken up since getting up early and couldn’t think clearly about his question.

“Let me sleep first.”

Kelvin knew her habits well. If she didn’t sleep well, she’d be sluggish all day. Her earlier strong demeanor was just an act.

Now that her “battery” was drained, she reverted to being his soft little wildcat.

“Alright, sleep for a bit. I’ll wake you when we reach the hotel.”

“Okay.”

Cheyenne fell asleep quickly…

Soon, soft and steady breathing filled the car.

Kelvin glanced at her with affectionate eyes.

To prevent her from falling accidentally, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and held her close.

He knew even without her saying it; the car wasn’t suitable for talking.

**

In the hall, Duke Austen sat at the head seat with Declan on his left and several unfamiliar high-ranking officials nearby.

Everyone was actively preparing for the next round of negotiations. At this point, there wasn’t much for Declan and Duke Austen to do.

Declan felt somewhat regretful; he had worked hard to join the welcoming team.

Those two youngsters were his next adversaries. How could he feel at ease without keeping an eye on them?

However, two hours had passed with nothing but hearing that couple’s sweet talk and other nonsense literature.

“What should we eat tonight? I only brought three packs of instant noodles; they’re almost gone.”

“What flavors?”

“Not pickled mustard greens.”

“Give me one pack; I’m tired of curry!”

Declan: “…”

What a waste of his time!