NOVPUBChapter 1502: 672 Coronation_1 Chapter 1502: 672 Coronation_1 Peter Aria slowly regained consciousness.
It felt like he had been in a long dream.
The setting sun pierced through the gauze curtains and fell on the opposite wall.
Gold, hazy light outlined winding shadows on the smooth wall.
He subconsciously reached out, as if the person he had been dreaming about was within those light and shadows.
“Cough, cough…” The intense itching sensation in his chest made him involuntarily cough out loud, causing the hand he had extended to limp mid-air.
“Finally awake.” An old man with white hair came over holding a bowl of medicine.
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Peter Aria twisted his somewhat stiff neck.
As he opened his mouth, he found his voice was hoarse.
“Who are you?”
“Where am I?”
“Don’t speak, drink the medicine first.”
The old man feed him the medicine spoon by spoon.
Peter Aria could feel the familiar smell of the medicine on this old man, and so he did not resist, taking the strange-tasting medicine meekly.
After feeding him the medicine, the old man checked his pulse and happily proclaimed, “Just rest well, it won’t be a whole month before you’ve completely recovered.
You’re a lucky young man.”
Peter Aria asked anxiously, “Where am I, sir?”
“I know you’ve a lot of questions, but I’m afraid I cannot answer them yet.
What you need to do now is to recover physically.
Understand?”
Peter Aria got out of bed and walked straight out of the front door.
He found himself in a square yard with a stove for boiling medicine and a cauldron.
Scattered around on the shelves beside were a few dried herbs.
The setting sun shone in the yard in the Ocean of Ten Thousand Waves, it was quiet and calm.
March’s chill was still lingering, especially during the dusk before the arrival of night when it was bone-chillingly cold.
Peter Aria swayed, vague figures flashing in his mind, but quickly they dissipated in hazy smoke.
He quietly stood at the doorway for a while, then turned back inside.
On the opposite side of the bed stood a two-meter-high bookshelf filled with all kinds of books.
The majority were medical literature, mostly highly prized classics.
Peter Aria picked up a yellowed old book.
It was a lost manuscript written by the ancient masters of surgery.
When Peter Aria was studying abroad, a professor had mentioned this manuscript.
It had been stealthily hidden away by his assistant.
The manuscript was passed down from generation to generation, and the latter descendants of this assistant’s family had become leaders in the medical community.
The manuscript was never released to the public.
That family was now in power, and obtaining this manuscript was certainly not easy.
Peter Aria sat down at the desk, pouring over the manuscript meticulously.
He would pick up a pen to analyze puzzling contents on paper.
He didn’t obsess over the whys anymore.
He could sense that the people he cared about were by his side.
The only thing he could do now was to pull his own weight.
——
When the first announcement of the spring rain came, the dying king who had lingered for months on his sickbed finally succumbed.
The forbidden army was frequently deployed on the streets, making locals of Inracetales worried.
The common people prayed to the saintess, hoping for a peaceful transition of power that would not affect the civilians.
In reality, the old king’s health had already deteriorated three years prior to this.
The fact that he was able to hold on for three years was already a miracle.
He had made it through the cold winter but was not able to stick it out with the arrival of spring.
Talking about the old king brought mixed feelings to the folk.
He wasn’t a good man, but he wasn’t a bad one either.
His relationship with the people was fair.
Despite the playboy debts of his youth, Huck Callum’s final days were spent with filial devotion from the least favored Prince Brooklyn.
Upon reaching the brink of death, the commoners sighed with lament.
At eleven o’clock this night, the sound of bells echoed from the King’s Palace, resonating in the ears of every citizen of Inracetales.
The people faced the direction of the King’s Palace and knelt to worship.
The death of a person was like the extinguishing of a lamp.
No matter how many mistakes were made in life, those errors would dissipate like smoke at the moment of death, leaving behind only respect for the departed.
During the month of mourning, weddings were prohibited.
This period of time kept the atmosphere in the royal city extremely heavy.
Large celebrations and events were cancelled, and there were fewer and fewer people on the streets.
After the funeral arrangements for the old King were settled, the next item on the agenda was Crown Prince Brooklyn’s coronation ceremony.
Auspicious date was selected to be on the fifteenth of May.
On this day, under the witness of the thousands of people gathered at the Central Square, the Holy Master would place the crown on Brooklyn’s head, thereby pronouncing the birth of a new ruling king.
Upon the death of the old king, Brooklyn would, in the name of the Crown Prince, announce his demise to the world.
The coronation of Prince Brooklyn would also invite important figures from various countries to attend as a necessary part of the ceremony.
During this period, every department was busier than ever.
In early May, the plane of the Ambrosia delegation landed at the airport.
A young man with blond hair and blue eyes stretched out from the cabin.
Allegro Kent immediately greeted him: “Prince Aspen, you must be exhausted from your journey.
The hotel you’ll be staying at is already prepared for you.”
The young man glanced at him, “Take me to see my sister first.”
This man was Princess Randa’s youngest brother, Prince Aspen, a figure not unlike a little devil himself.
Allegro Kent accompanied Aspen to Princess Randa’s Imperial Lodge.
On seeing Aspen, Randa revealed a rare, excited smile on her face, saying, “Aspen, how come it’s you who has come?”
“It took a lot of begging before my older brother agreed to let me come.
Sister, aren’t you doing well here?
Are the people here bothering you?”
Aspen clutched Randa’s wrist, with look of anger on his fair face, ready to pick a fight with anyone who dared to challenge his sister.
Randa hurriedly held him back, “I’m doing well here, don’t act impulsively.”
“Sis, I heard it all, that Liam Anderson doesn’t want to marry you at all.
The people of their country are clamoring for him to marry the Saintess instead.
You’re a princess, why should you suffer here?
I’m here to take you back home.”
Randa shook her head with a smile, “Aspen, I’m very happy that you’re concerned for me, but I can’t go back yet.”
“Why?” Aspen was very puzzled.
Randa simply smiled, adjusting his tie for him, “I’m proud of how much you’ve grown up, Aspen.
You’ll understand one day that not everything needs a reason.”
Aspen scratched his head in agitation, his fluffy blonde hair becoming all tousled.
Looking adorable with his fair face, he fretted, “But if you stay here, it’ll be so awkward for you.”
“I stopped caring about other people’s opinions long time ago.
I’m still a princess, no one will dare to trouble me.”
Gazing interestedly at Aspen, she teased him, “I heard you’re two-timing an older girl at school.
What’s all that about?”
In the royal family genetics, there lay a flirtatious nature.
Ah, how troublesome, even the youngest among them wasn’t spared.
“Whoa, who the hell told you that?
They’re dead wrong.
I did not two-time anyone, it’s she, who’s deliberately clinging onto me, it’s so annoying,” Aspen stuttered out hurriedly.
Randa sighed deeply, “Given your status, there are plenty of women who will flock towards you.
You need to be discerning, don’t just accept them all.
Beware of landing in trouble with women.”
“Hey, sis, I get it.
Why have you become more naggy than before?
I’m hungry, I want to eat.”
Randa, resigned, ordered Samuel to prepare food.
“Sister, tell me about that Saintess,” Aspen blurted out during the meal.
Randa’s hands froze as she pouring water, she glanced at him lightly, “What are you planning to do?”
“I’m just curious.
Listen, everyone outside is talking.
They’re saying that the Saintess is actually the Holy Master’s daughter.
Forcing the Saintess to marry Liam Anderson is their way of restraining him.”
Randa narrowed her eyes, “They’re all talking?”
“Yes, don’t be fooled by this deserted place, it has quite a reputation outside.
Some of my classmates even indirectly tried to pry information out of me, asking if you were really usurped by the Saintess.
I punched him hard on the spot.”
Aspen proudly showed off his fist.
“This is their internal struggle.
As an outsider, I should not interfere.
Otherwise, you won’t know how you died.”
“Sister, how can you say that!
Both our older brother and I stand as your support.”
“Do you believe that yourself?”
Puckering his lips, Aspen grumbled unhappily, “But you shouldn’t let people step on your head like this…”
Randa was glaring at him, Aspen mumbled a few words and quit speaking.
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Pethkids, Connell High School.
In the secondary two classroom, Kevin Groove rotated a pen in his hands, bored out of his mind,
“The King of Percival has passed away, Prince Brooklyn will hold the coronation ceremony on the fifteenth of this month…
this Crown Prince Brooklyn is so lucky, he’s literally born to win,” a classmate lamented while reading the headlines from the school newspaper.
The school newspaper occasionally publishes international news. 𝒏𝒐𝒗𝒑𝒖𝒃.𝙘𝒐𝒎
Since the school bans students from bringing mobile phones to school, reading the school newspaper makes for handy entertainment during class breaks.
Most students only have vague impressions of Percival, associating it with mystery and coldness.
Brooklyn’s coronation ceremony was too distant for these high school students to even conjure up a sense of envy.
The matter became a cold fact stated in the school newspaper.
A quick scan and a chuckle were all it elicited from them.
However, there was a girl who was overly excited today.
She whispered excitedly, “You know, my cousin has been to Percival.
He has seen Prince Brooklyn in person.
He said that among all the men he has ever seen, Prince Brooklyn is the most handsome and has the best temperament.
And the key point is, he’s young, a mere twenty years old this year.
It’s universally agreed that he should take up the throne.”
Kevin scoffed, “So what?
How does that concern me?”
At the same age, while others were on the path to becoming a king, he was still confined to a school by his ruthless sister.
It’s infuriating when comparing oneself to others.
