The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

Due to the prominent identities of both parties, the news of this duel quickly caused an uproar.

Prince August was particularly indignant and came to the manor as a guest on purpose. Under the warm hospitality of the maids headed by Rachel, who served coffee and desserts, they enjoyed the supreme courtesy of being a member of the royal family.

In their eyes, this prince is undoubtedly the most favored suitor of their young lady. As long as the latter is willing, the noble princess crown can fall on her head.

"Your Excellency, please let that arrogant and rude Clarence die." His fingers trembling as he pinched the ceramic bowl, his delicate face was full of resentment, and he said as if to vent his anger, "How dare you insult the Duchess in public? That man's death ten times is not enough to make up for the damaged reputation of the lady, I believe that with your marksmanship, you can hit the heart, please put him to death."

It is rare for the prince to get angry. Although Arthur is also full of hatred, he was also surprised by his hostility for a moment: "Your Highness, thank you for your concern for my younger sister. Please rest assured that as her elder brother, I will never let you go." Anyone who hurt my sister."

"With your promise, I am very pleased for the princess." August said, with a hesitant look on his face, his brows furrowed.

After a while, he finally spoke again, "As far as I know, the princess has no engagement yet, does she?"

His tone was extremely respectful, but after hearing the words, Arthur's eyes suddenly darkened.

The polite attitude turned indifferent to the naked eye, he looked away, and his tone was obviously displeased: "I think, even if you are a prince, you don't seem to have the right to interfere with your sister's private affairs."

"Ah——" August was caught off guard by Mr. Duke's sudden change of face, and the smile on the corner of his mouth could not help twitching for two seconds, but his attitude was still very polite, "Forgive me for being abrupt, but I'm just a friend of the Duke. Please don't get me wrong."

Arthur didn't buy into his request to let go of the prince's airs at all. The usually gentle man folded his arms and leaned back, his eyes half-closed. His negligent attitude made even the prince's attendants feel dissatisfied.

But he didn't dare to speak out to reprimand the duke who has made great military achievements. He could only wait quietly for him to finally close his eyes and rest before taking a sip of black coffee and saying, "Dear Prince, even if my sister has not concluded any marriage contract, And it's impossible to marry anyone."

"Why?" As soon as the words fell, August blurted out.

He had a panoramic view of the prince's surprise and disappointment, and then smiled ironically: "Isn't Wellesley's surname enough to give her a noble status in Great Britain? Is it possible that she has to rely on her husband's family background to gain a prominent reputation? "

What he said meant something, and the deliberate sharpness made the prince's face turn blue and turn white.

"I think it doesn't matter what you say, I have to ask the princess what she thinks." The central figure in the conversation has not appeared in the living room, which made August anxious, "May I ask where she is now?" where?"

"You are offside again, Your Royal Highness." Arthur seemed never to hide his arrogance, "I really don't care what she is thinking, but it has nothing to do with you. Please remember my words, you have nothing to do with her." She is qualified to intervene in our family affairs. As for where she is, I have nothing to say."

"You are too conceited!" August was annoyed by his obvious contempt, and got up angrily, staring straight at him with sharp eyes, saying every word, "Wellesley, you will regret your arrogance .”

"I'll see." Arthur said, smiling at him.

On the way down the steps, the prince was still angry, his white face was flushed with anger, and he cursed in a low voice: "Arthur? Wellesley, you dare to offend me. Sooner or later, you will realize the fate of offending the Hanover family. !"

"Your Highness..." the attendant heard him scolding all the way, spreading the smell of gunpowder everywhere, and couldn't help reminding, "Don't forget, the Duke is not even afraid of Napoleon, let alone expect him to be afraid of you."

These words were harsh but too pertinent, and August was immediately discouraged.

Although it was harsh, he had to admit that his attendant did not miss a single word.

The vicious French invasion is still expanding, and the future of Great Britain still needs to be saved by the Duke. Even his own father must respect him. It is a bit too much for a prince who owns one-tenth of the inheritance rights to challenge him. Overwhelmed.

In fact, Arthur did not tell the truth, he did have nothing to say about his sister's whereabouts.

Because he doesn't know where his sister is.

The duel that will be held two days later is attracting everyone's attention. However, the heroine who caused the storm, Ivy, is watching the Fangston Silver Arrows with great interest in Yorkshire with her second brother Richard.

This is an ancient archery competition that has lasted for hundreds of years. The winner will be awarded the title of God of Apollo. As a god who is good at archery, he will also bless his followers.

However, many participating youths obviously regarded themselves as Cupids. There were many ladies in elegant dresses sitting in the stands surrounding the venue, holding exquisite fans, covering their faces to watch the heroic appearance of their lovers, but they were afraid of etiquette and dared not laugh out loud His own excitement, a smile of appreciation appeared on his shy face from time to time.

The atmosphere was as warm as an ancient Greek gladiatorial arena. There were bursts of applause and boos. Many celebrities were invited to watch this event that proved the dignity of a gentleman. The Duke of York, who was dressed up to attend, was sitting in the first row with Lord Addington next to him. They chatted enthusiastically, surrounded by a group of colonels, lieutenants and other serving generals, busy showing their faces in the eyes of the king in front of the king.

As a gentleman, every man of status is required to master equestrian fencing and archery skills. Even if the level is limited, he must learn these necessary skills.

Therefore, some contestants couldn't even aim at the target because of their third-rate archery skills. Their poor standards immediately aroused the ridicule of the surrounding audience, so they had to drop their bows and arrows and leave in frustration.

Among them is Ivy's second brother Richard.

He was free because of his vacation, and he insisted on participating because he was competitive. Only when he came to the actual battle did he find that the archery skills of the hand who was accustomed to serving as a civilian were so poor that it was unsightly due to years of unfamiliarity.

Sitting next to Ivy was Richard's adjutant Dylan. The loyal young man couldn't help but feel ashamed of his chief's embarrassment. When Richard missed another shot, he sighed deeply and lowered his head into the He hid his embarrassment in his collar.

The dignified Wellesley family member's archery skills are so hip, the onlookers can't help but burst out laughing, without showing any face.

"This is the elder brother of the Duke of Wellington, and the relatives of the big man are nothing more than that. I don't even have a zero ring."

"I'm really ashamed of his surname. To be honest, the children of the nobles are just a bunch of idiots who buy officials."

"I heard that his former fiancée was dissolute and unfaithful. If I don't want a flashy officer with a military rank, I might as well run away with the king's son."

These sharp and harsh voices penetrated into Richard's ears, making Richard even more displeased with his high self-esteem. He was just about to fight to prove himself again, but was interrupted by a sinister sarcasm from the stage to take the arrow.

"Mr. Wellesley, in my opinion, enough is enough." Addington stared at him contemptuously. "Every arrow you miss now is dishonoring your family's reputation."

Before the words fell, the crowd fell silent in an instant.

The hustle and bustle half a minute ago suddenly became tense, and the atmosphere was subtle in an instant. Ivy watched her brother clenched his hands involuntarily, and the veins on his neck slowly bulged. Peep out the slightest gaffe of yourself.

Adjutant Dylan couldn't sit still immediately. It's one thing to be ashamed, but another thing to be insulted. He was about to stand up and speak out for the officer when his body was suddenly stopped by a hand that suddenly stretched out.

"Hush..." Ivy signaled him to be silent, then stood up under his astonished gaze, "I'll do it."

There was an uproar again.

There has never been a woman in this arena.

And this young lady in a long violet riding coat is undoubtedly the first one ever seen before.

In full view of everyone, she walked towards the center of the arena, took off her wide-brimmed hat, and threw it to the attendants beside her.

He took the bow and arrow from his brother and tested the weight.

The arrow weighed three-quarters of an ounce, and it felt quite heavy in the hand.

"Dear Mr. Addington, my last name is Wellesley, and I have the right to represent my family to continue the race for my brother."

She smiled and moved towards the direction of the stands, and said loudly.

Before the man on the stage could answer, his expression softened instantly.

Drawing, nocking, drawing, aiming, and releasing the arrow, the three fingers are used to control the string powerfully. The whole process is full of concentration, and the speed is as chic as clouds. There is a sound of "wow", and the moment the silver arrow is shot, the release is free and powerful. In the clouds.

Shoot three arrows in a row, almost perfect 10 rings.

Three seconds later, the crowd's applause broke out in an instant, and the princess, who was like a goddess of hunting, smiled slightly amidst the sunlight and admiration.

She looked around the cheering crowd with a leisurely expression, and casually swept the bow and arrow in her hand, as if she was just enjoying the joy of being surrounded by stars.

The applause became louder, and suddenly, the arrow deflected, and the silver tip instantly aimed at Addington who was sitting in the center of the honor seat, shining a frightening edge in the bright sunlight.

Immediately, the corners of the man's originally curved mouth suddenly closed, his face was pale, and panic shot out of his eyes.

"I'm afraid of death..." she said sarcastically.

"Bold!" His attendant was about to draw his gun, but her silver arrow was already one step ahead and flew straight over.

With a "snap", a piece of fabric covering the awning above his head fell in response to the sound, and fell along with the wind, unbiased, just covering Addington's head.

The scene suddenly became quite comical. The politician who pointed out the country in the parliament was suddenly covered by a canvas that fell from the sky, and the whole person was like a puppet tied in a swaddling cloth.

Loud laughter ensued, like the sound of bubbling bubbles after boiling water in a steamer. The guards couldn't help squinting at the crowd watching the scene, threatening them to stop laughing.

However, all remedies were in vain. They rushed forward to help Addington untie the restraint on his head. After the latter was finally able to break free, his reddened eyes were as cold as rattlesnakes due to the loss of face.

"The princess is good at arrows. I offended you by my words. I would like to apologize for my gaffe."

Her expression was mocking and disdainful, looking at him like looking at ants under her feet.

"I just want to ask Mr. to remember that we, Wellesley, never give back."

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