“It’s the cause of death of her royal highness. . . .” Eric stopped.
“Tell me. No matter what it is, I can afford to hear it!” Edward said.
“Poisoning caused by taking a lot of drugs!” Erik said it lightly.
Edward and I were dumbfounded.
Edward stammered. “Why?” How? How is that possible? ”
“Can my mother touch that kind of thing?”
“Aston kingdom has achieved comprehensive drug control! People have no way to smoke. My mother, the queen of Aston Kingdom, will. . . .” Edward has a look of consternation.
Eric gave Edward a medical certificate. “The results of the best medical expert consultation in the country. Brother, I can’t believe it!”
Edward looked at the medical certificate carefully, and his face went white without any blood.
I snatched the medical certificate from Edward. I read it again. It’s true, that’s right. Edward came to the mortuary with the medical certificate still trembling.
He looked at his mother’s last remains and said, “Happy birthday, mom!”
This is a great irony. Anti-drug activities have always been an important event for Edward. He devoted almost all his energy to the struggle against drug dealers and drugs. He made drugs disappear completely in this country, but his mother died of drug overdose.
The blow was like a body blow. Just as he was immersed in great sadness and frustration, his father, His Majesty the King passed by.
As soon as I saw the diagnosis sheet, the king tore it up and pulverized it.
“This matter must not be known to the outsiders!” The king has a dignified tone. “Including a few experts. . . . .”
“You can’t kill innocent people!” Edward was absolutely decisive. “They know and I know too. If you want to completely block the news, you should kill me, too!” Edward stared at his father with an arrow in his eyes.
I echoed beside him. “And me!”
Erik also said, “And me!”
The king shook his head helplessly. “You are still children! You don’t understand the situation.”
Eric looked serious. “I have a way to make them dare not talk nonsense!”
The king looked at him and was noncommittal. Edward added. “Let’s find a way together and trust us!”
The king left with his hands behind his back. “All right! Remember, the reputation of the royal family is more important than anyone’s life! Even me! ”
I told them I was going to stay with them. But the brothers refused. They wanted to let the king and queen stay one last night tonight.
I went back to my room, but I couldn’t sleep. When I closed my eyes, I saw a picture of the queen. I remembered that she took us to play together, took us to learn piano and oil painting, and took us camping in the mountains.
In my memory, before she fell ill, she was more like a teacher than a queen.
I can’t connect her with drugs in any way. I couldn’t sleep. I got up and walked out of my own room. I didn’t know where to go. My mind was empty, and I let my legs walk aimlessly. But my legs also seem to miss the queen.
They took me to the queen’s hall. The hall was brightly lit. The king should be here with several of his personal guards. I got the courage to go and have a look, but there was no one here.
Where’s the king? He should be here with the beloved queen.
After some time, I suddenly heard footsteps getting nearer and thought it’s the king. He wouldn’t let me come over, so if he saw me, he would scold me again. I quickly hid behind the sofa.
I heard a familiar voice, “This is not good!”
It was the king’s, and then a familiar voice came into my ears.
“She is dead, what are you afraid of?”
“Hmm?”
Is this voice Ms. Alen’s?
Why is she here?
I quietly leaned away and saw Ms. Alen and the king hugging each other, and kissing madly. My eyes are clear.
What is going on here? Why would they do this?
My mind is in a mess.
I saw the king grabbed her hair and pressed Ms. Alen’s head down.
She got the message at once. She knelt down, untied the king’s belt a few times, and pulled hard. The king’s trousers slipped instantly. Then she grabbed the king’s private part and kept moving back and forth, making a “poop-poop” sound.
At the same time, it was accompanied by moans pouring out of her mouth.
I’m afraid, I don’t know what to do. I can only stay there and watch the scenes of the Living Spring Palace.
The king was very helpful. He grabbed Ms. Alen’s hair and began to control the frequency by himself.
They did this for a while, and her tongue began to swim on the king. She bit the buttons of the king’s coat with her teeth.