Saving the Second Male Lead: What to Do When You Enter a Domineering Boss's Novel

Seeing that Qiao Yisha was sleeping soundly, Nangong Xianyue closed the door, told the maid to take good care of her, and went to Qiu Yi's suite.

"Master, fewer people have called you since His Highness Mogaxianer returned, but there are still a few important telephone conferences and video conferences that require your participation in person."

"Yeah." Nangong Xianyue browsed through the documents on the computer screen, which marked the itinerary and government affairs of these days.

"The Five Continents Joint Conference in seven days?" He frowned. Qiu Yi and Moga Xian'er were handling the government affairs these days, so there were some things he didn't understand yet.

"Yes, Queen Morris of South Continent is seriously ill. It happened in the past few days. She announced her will and passed the throne to her sister."

Whenever a new king ascends the throne, a joint meeting of the five continents must be convened. Nangong Xianyue also participated in it when he first ascended the throne.

"I understand." Nangong Xianyue's eyes were fixed on the electronic file on the screen, and he replied lightly.

"Young Master, you didn't get a good rest all day. Let's deal with it in the morning." Qiu Yi looked at the faint bruises under his eyes and said worriedly.

"No need, just go to sleep."

Qiu Yi didn't say anything else. He turned on the computer on another table and worked silently.

The cruise ship moved steadily on the sea, and a crescent moon hung high in the sky, illuminating the sea with silver light.

The study is quiet, with soothing scented candles lit on the counter and the occasional sound of keyboard and mouse in the air.

"If I abdicate," a cold voice broke the silence, "what are the chances of Mogaxianer taking the throne?"

Qiu Yi raised his head in shock, "Master, you..."

When Isa left, Nangong Xianyue was afraid that he would go crazy from missing her all day, so he left Fels Garden and came to Xizhou, away from the sad place, to keep himself busy and numb himself with mountains of government affairs.

But the effect was minimal, and he still stayed awake all day long. Qiu Yi and those princes and ministers had no idea how many nights they had tried to persuade him.

Qiu Yi knew that Nangong Xianyue would not stay in Xizhou forever, but he did not expect that Nangong Xianyue wanted to abdicate so soon.

You must know that except for force majeure, or being forced off the throne due to being unable to handle the responsibility, no matter what the reason is, if one has not been in power for ten years, he will be executed by the new king after abdication. This has been the rule of the Five Continents for thousands of years.

"As long as Mogaxianer takes the position, I will be able to escape."

"Master, I'm not questioning you," Qiu Yi said with a serious expression, "The new king must sentence the previous king to death. The biggest reason is that his position will be threatened. You are the old king's nephew, and His Highness..."

Yes, Xizhou is different from Dongzhou. Dongzhou can be elected by the people and the capable ones will win.

Xizhou attaches great importance to bloodline, and both the throne and the title are almost all hereditary. Moga Xian'er is at most an in-law, and as long as Nangong Xianyue is alive, it will never be his turn. Even if he ascends to the throne, Nangong Xianyue will always be a thorn in his heart.

Qiu Yi shook his head and continued, "Now that His Highness is on good terms with us, no one can guarantee whether he will rebel when he is in power."

Nangong Xianyue's expression was still nonchalant. He supported his face and tapped his fingers on the table, as if he was thinking about something.

"Master, these are just my superficial judgments, but no matter what your final decision is, I will stand with you."

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In the next suite, Luo Xin and her maid Ji Lan were sitting on a balcony enclosed by glass. Not a single bit of the cold wind could get in, but they could enjoy a clear view of the sea.

"Jilan, I'm leaving the palace." Luo Xin said lightly while looking at the sea.

"Leave? Why do you want to leave the palace?" Jilan asked in surprise.

"I have to go home. Although my family has always thought I was at school, they will inevitably worry after being out of touch for so long. I miss them too."

Jilan nodded, "Yes, but I really envy you, Your Highness Roxin. I have been a maid in the palace since I was a child, and I don't even know if I have any family."

"You've been here since you were a child?" Luo Xin turned to look at her, "Then do you know anything about Moga Xian'er's past?"

Gilan nodded hesitantly, "I do know a little bit."

"Hurry, tell me, I will never betray you." Luo Xin became interested.

Jilan bit his lip, looked at the innocent and cute girl in front of him, and slowly spoke.

"I have no background. I don't even know how I entered the palace. I changed many palaces and was either cleaning or doing laundry."

"When I met His Highness, it was about ten years ago. He was not yet so noble. At that time, no one knew that he was a relative of the old king. They all regarded him as an ordinary attendant..."

He got up early and went to bed late every day. When the old king slept, he stood at the door. When the old king ate, he stood far away. He had very little time to rest.

During a rare break, I met a girl on the way back to my residence. The girl was only thirteen or fourteen years old. I don’t know what she had done wrong, but she was punished and was hiding in the corner crying.

He was sunny and outgoing, and without saying anything, he walked forward, bent down and smiled: "What's the matter, little beauty?"

The crying little girl raised her head and looked at him blankly. The boy's young face had a cynical smile and his golden hair was dazzling in the sun.

Her face turned red immediately, she wiped her tears and stood up, "It's okay, I just cried secretly for a while."

Moga Xianer handed her a handkerchief and looked at the maid uniform she was wearing. "Which hall are you from?"

"It's not from any temple. I'm too young and can only water the flowers..." She took the handkerchief and answered in a low voice.

"really envy you."

"What's there to be envious of?" the girl asked puzzledly.

"I can come into contact with so many beautiful things every day without having to communicate with anyone. I feel so wonderful. Unlike me, I have to serve the king, that old man with a weird temper, every day." He curled his lips.

“Hahahaha…” the girl burst into laughter and then said, “But… I don’t have any friends. I can only talk to flowers and plants every day.”

"What's your name?"

"I... my name is Little Butterfly. The housekeeper of the flower room gave me this name casually." She lowered her head.

"Little butterfly, it goes well with the flowers," he nodded, "If you want to talk to someone, you can find me here every Wednesday. I'll be there."

"Okay." Little Butterfly nodded vigorously, looking at the young man in front of her. Although he was wearing the same servant uniform as the others, his temperament was completely different, noble, clean and spotless.

From that day on, they would meet in the garden every Wednesday at noon to chat, appreciate the flowers, and complain about the nobles in the palace.

Two years passed like this. The king's health deteriorated, and Mogaxianer's status became higher and higher.

It was another Wednesday. Little Butterfly was waiting for Mogaxianer in the garden with a food box in her hand. The expression on her face was sweet and expectant.