RPAGF Chapter 1569: The Matter the Princess Consort Can’t Figure Out
Chapter 1569: The Matter the Princess Consort Can’t Figure Out
With such a huge estate, how many luxurious residences must be hidden inside?In front of such an elegant and magnificent building, the solemn, awe‑inspiring aura it exuded made Jocelyn, blocked outside the high walls, seem extremely insignificant.
She took a deep breath and lifted her gaze toward the lofty eaves.
Ian Shelby was in there. Although she didn’t know what he was going through, at this moment, she was so, so close to him...
His phone was switched off, which inevitably made people worry.
"Ian Shelby, you have to be okay." Jocelyn silently recited in her heart. "I’ll wait for you."
As for the fact that Ian Shelby was a Prince, Jocelyn had already fully digested it. She didn’t dwell on whether they were a good match; she only felt that the way they had taken him and the aura they carried was very unusual—something must have happened.
"Over here, over here, tilt the camera a little."
"Make sure you get my one‑eighty‑centimeter legs in the shot."
Hearing the voices, Jocelyn turned her head and saw some tourists outside the castle who had come to check in and take photos, all dressed fashionably and hailing from different countries.
This place was steeped in culture. To make herself look less conspicuous, she also took out her phone and snapped a few photos of the buildings.
After a short while, the heavy, filigreed gates swung open. Everyone turned in that direction, only to see three military pickup trucks drive out and head off to the left.
The gates were quickly shut again, and the armed guards stood ramrod straight like trees, the security so tight that no one dared approach.
Jocelyn merely glanced over, then quickly withdrew her gaze.
She had brought enough money before coming out, and she wasn’t thinking about looking for a job for the time being. There was only one thought in her mind: how could she legitimately get inside this place?
She paced in circles outside the castle, but she wasn’t about to act rashly and walk right into a gun muzzle.
In the end, she sat down in a nearby café and ordered a cappuccino.
Staring at the traffic outside the window, she let out a soft sigh, then took her laptop out of her bag. She hadn’t written today’s update yet—might as well write her novel first.
Her thoughts were scattered, and she forced herself to focus.
In the lavish palace of the royal family, Princess Catherine had returned. The moment she got off her private jet, she led a large entourage straight toward her own palace.
"Julie! Julie!" Her steps were quick; in a few strides she was inside the palace, while the bodyguards all stopped at the door.
"Julie! What did you say?!" Catherine, anxious and distressed, rushed through door after door. "Louis is back? How is that possible? You’ve never even seen him—how can you be sure it’s Louis?"
"Your Highness." The woman in a light‑blue uniform paired with white boots bowed respectfully. "Our informant says that the one who was brought back is indeed Prince Louis."
"Brought back?" Catherine caught on to that word and looked at her in confusion, the burning anxiety in her heart easing a little.
The short‑haired woman nodded. "Yes. I saw it with my own eyes—his hands were tied behind his back as they led him off the helicopter."
"..." This baffled Catherine.
Why would the King treat his eldest Prince like that—using ropes?
In fact, even Julie, who had always been sharp and perceptive, couldn’t figure it out. "The King is gravely ill. If he wants Louis to inherit the throne, why tie him up? Whose idea was it to bring him back in chains? Or... did he not want to come back?"
"No." Catherine shook her head, feeling more and more that something was off. "Even if he doesn’t want to be King, with the King so seriously ill, he has no reason not to return—if only to take one look at him, to say a word of comfort."
And that was exactly what mistress and servant alike could not understand.
After a while, Catherine lifted her eyes, her tone resolute. "Come on, let’s go see for ourselves, then we’ll know, won’t we?"
Julie shook her head and told her a cruel fact. "The King has already given the order: without his permission, no one is allowed to enter or leave the King’s palace."
"What??" Catherine refused to accept it. "What on earth is going on?"
"That’s exactly what I can’t figure out. Why use ropes? Are they planning to lock him up? But he hasn’t committed any crime." Julie was utterly perplexed. "And why is it that the moment he returns, no one is allowed to enter or leave the King’s palace?"
"When something is this abnormal, there must be more to it." Catherine said, "In any case, they’ve dragged someone back like this—whether he’s Prince Louis or not, we cannot afford to let our guard down. The King is gravely ill; this is my son Taylor’s only chance to inherit the throne!"