usenovelgroup Chapter 1570: The Palace Written in the Novel
Chapter 1570: The Palace Written in the Novel
"Princess, is it possible that Eden is behind all of this?" Julie’s eyes revealed a hint of cold light; she had long suspected this.As her trusted aide asked the question, Catherine immediately began to ponder.
Eden?
"He’s Prince Louis’ uncle. Surely, he’s seen the King become increasingly frail and doesn’t want the throne to fall into our hands. That’s why he went to such lengths to find Prince Louis and bring him back to inherit the throne," Julie asserted even more confidently.
"Hah, is it really that noble? To inherit the throne, he has to be kidnapped? Julie, don’t overlook human nature." Catherine didn’t believe Louis could be so indifferent to fame and fortune.
"Princess, we are in a passive position right now. We can’t be complacent, and Prince Taylor must be cautious in his actions as well."
Catherine merely sneered, replying bitingly, "They can just fetch any man and claim he’s Prince Louis? Who would believe that? Would the other members of the royal family accept it? Would the millions of people accept it? But Taylor is the King’s son, that’s the irrefutable truth!"
Julie wore a serious and cold expression, remaining silent.
"In any case, I will not let this position fall into anyone else’s hands but my son’s!!" With a firm tone in her voice, a sharp glint flickered in her eyes as she turned and asked, "Where is Taylor?"
"Replying to the Princess, the Prince has left the palace, just now." Julie reported truthfully.
"What is he doing outside again?!"
"Not sure."
Catherine’s eyes shifted slightly as she coldly commanded, "Watch him carefully when he returns! Without my permission, he is not allowed to leave the palace again. I fear a coup is brewing; we can’t be careless."
"Understood." Julie also understood this was for the Prince’s safety, "Don’t worry, I will keep an eye on him."
The mystery and luxury of the royal family attracted countless people with intense curiosity, yet no one dared to approach, as if it were unreachable.
In a lavishly decorated coffee shop, three to four hundred square meters in size, every detail exudes elegance.
Jocelyn Morgan sat by the window, writing four thousand words as fast as she could.
At one point in the storyline, she described the royal palace she had seen, writing about a wedding held in a castle for a pair of supporting characters.
Then she scanned through the text, ten lines at a time, correcting any typos, and updated the novel for the day.
Continuing the novel without interruption is a mission, and it’s also her deep love for the written word.
Though she has money in her account, her submission fees are substantial too, and she couldn’t rely on her parents; this might be a prolonged battle.
In the novel, she described the palace she’d just seen, conveniently during the scene of a wedding. If Ian Shelby reads her update and recognizes the familiar depiction, he might realize she came over.
After updating the novel, she anxiously kept an eye on the comment section, hoping for Ian Shelby’s remarks.
But an hour passed, and two hours passed, and he was still offline.
Also, how would he have time to read the novel? The phone couldn’t be reached.
What’s he doing? Is he okay?
Jocelyn Morgan grew anxious and worried but could only sigh lightly as her mind became a bit chaotic.
While packing her things to head out, she accidentally crashed into a man entering without paying attention.
They both walked swiftly and collided firmly into each other’s embrace!
"Sorry, sorry!" Jocelyn Morgan held her aching forehead with one hand and clutched her bag tightly with the other, quickly apologizing.
The man calmly glanced at her without saying anything, then took steps into the shop while Jocelyn walked out.
This collision fully snapped her back to her senses.
She needed to find a nearby hotel to stay in, then plan wisely for what progress should be made tomorrow.