Ms. Tan Is The Real Boss Chapter 1409: Queen 1408

Chapter 1409: Queen 1408

Daylight broke, and Shang Jin and Lang Yue left by car, while Tan Rou waited a while longer before leaving. She locked her hotel room and checked Lang Yue’s room out before heading to the palace. Fortunately, the palace was not far from the hotel they were staying at, otherwise Tan Rou would have had to take a taxi.

Halfway there, Tan Rou became increasingly suspicious; if it was the princess who invited her to attend a poetry gathering, then why hadn’t the princess arranged a car to pick her up? Why did she have to walk? If this had been in her own country, and someone invited Tan Rou to an event, they would definitely have arranged transportation for her.

Thinking about this, Tan Rou felt annoyed. She decided she would ask Princess Samiyi for more money later; otherwise, she would be at a loss.

When she arrived at the palace gates, Tan Rou thought she might be stopped since no one had come out to meet her. Just as she was messaging Princess Samiyi, a guard at the gate suddenly spoke.

“h.e.l.lo, may I ask if you are Miss Rou?” one of the guards asked as he approached.

Tan Rou put her phone away and replied, “Yes. Are you here on Princess Samiyi’s orders to pick me up?”

The guard replied, “It was His Majesty the King who commanded it.”

Tan Rou furrowed her brows. His Majesty the King was really well-informed; they had just decided on this last night, and yet the king already knew.

However, Tan Rou wasn’t too surprised because Princess Samiyi’s life was monitored by the king, and any events she planned were certainly known to him.

“Okay, please lead the way.” Tan Rou asked calmly.

The guard, with an expressionless face, turned and led the way, “Miss Rou, please follow me.”

Just when Tan Rou was about to enter, a luxurious car stopped in front of the palace gates, and a young woman in extremely gorgeous attire alighted. Why call her clothes gorgeous? Because among the array of gold and white garments, her bright red gown was particularly glaring.

As soon as the woman stepped out of the car, four or five guards rushed to greet her, rolling out a carpet and holding a parasol over her, as if afraid the beautiful lady would receive the slightest touch of sunlight.

Tan Rou was curious about the woman’s ident.i.ty, and so took a longer look.

The guard in front of her, as if he had eyes on the back of his head, reminded her, “Miss Rou, please do not let your gaze stray to the side; those people are not meant for us to look at.”

Tan Rou disliked the way the guard spoke and retorted sarcastically, “Is the person over there of such great importance? If I recall correctly, shouldn’t the most distinguished man in your country be the King?”

“And the most distinguished woman should be either the queen or the princess. The queen of your country has been long deceased, and the princess does not leave the palace. Hence, I don’t see how the ident.i.ty of that lady warrants such privilege that others are not even allowed to glance at her.”

The guard, sensing Tan Rou’s displeasure, apologized, “I’m sorry, I misspoke. But I’d advise you not to provoke her; she is d.u.c.h.ess Monica, wife of Prince Busodi, a woman not to be trifled with.”

The current king only has one biological sister, and all other siblings are his cousins. Prince Busodi, the king’s cousin and closest confidant, controls one-third of the mines in J nation, making him extremely wealthy.

Tan Rou had also looked up Prince Busodi. Known for his low profile, he seldom left his residence, and consequently, information about him online was scarce.

Better not provoke people you don’t know, Tan Rou thought as she decided to go see Princess Samiyi first.

However, she intended not to provoke anyone, but someone was keen on provoking her. Just as she set foot to enter the palace gates, a maid of the d.u.c.h.ess halted her.

“The woman in the white long-sleeved s.h.i.+rt ahead, yes, you, stop right there!” the maid shouted at Tan Rou.

Tan Rou stopped and turned back to ask in J country’s language, “What do you want?”

The maid appeared surprised, “Eh? You’re a foreigner?”

Tan Rou responded, “Yes, I am a foreigner. What do you want? If you have no business with me, I’m leaving.”

“You can’t leave.” The maid arrogantly pointed at Tan Rou, “d.u.c.h.ess Monica is here, and you have not yet come to pay your respects.”

Tan Rou stood still as if she hadn’t heard her.

Very annoyed, the maid yelled again, “I’m talking to you. Did you hear me?”