It was the morning to leave China, and it was also the morning to arrive in Sardinia. The jet lag was very tormenting. Alice yawned repeatedly, her head tilted and fell asleep. She woke up when she arrived at Moncalery Palace. She stretched and asked in a daze: "Dad, why isn't it dark yet?"

An Feng shook his head: "You will know if you sleep a little longer."

The housekeeper Wheeler opened the car door and greeted, "Welcome back, His Highness, Prince."

"Good morning." An Feng handed his hat to him, Alice on the other side got out of the car and said hello: "I'm glad to see you, Mr. Wheeler."

"My honor, Your Highness." He bowed and nodded.

Like the traditional British housekeeper, Wheeler is also a native Englishman. Six years ago, he was chosen by Brandon and trained for half a year. After that, the old Brandon was honored to retire, and the Queen specially awarded him a "honor citizen" and a medal of high-quality service.

There are many rigorous shadows of Brandon from Wheeler, but he is more energetic, in his early sixties, strong and good at driving for the queen himself, shooting wild ducks with a hunting gun, etc. Before leaving, Brandon said that this royal family needs youth and vitality, and Wheeler is.

Judging from the current results, all the forty-five servants were very energetic and had group activities in their occasional leisure time. The queen also appreciated them. Although everyone was equal, she did not look down on anyone, but only regarded them as professionals engaged in housekeeping.

The servant carried his luggage and the housekeeper followed An Feng. An Feng casually said, "What is she busy with recently?"

"Mrs. discusses political matters with the Prime Minister and the Parliament," Wheeler said. "I heard it was an issue of illegal immigration, and the newspaper headlines have been popular recently."

"Illegal immigration?" An Feng shook his head when he heard this: "It's not a good thing."

"There are two attitudes among the people, one is tolerant and the other is to eliminate loopholes." Wheeler said appropriately.

"It's detailed." An Feng asked him to continue.

"The proportion of tolerant people is relatively small. They are more caring people. They hope that the government can accept these immigrants who have nowhere to go. The opposition listed the disadvantages of illegal immigration, the impact on social order, and the most critical welfare policies, which are somewhat extreme."

"For example?" An Feng said. The butler spoke very appropriately. He paid attention to his words and the sensitive department would ask.

"The extreme side says that it is the right thing to fill this hole if the social welfare of the entire citizen is lowered - as long as the tolerant people or MPs lead by example, after three to five years of testing, they still maintain a firm position, they will also be positive."

"I can do it." An Feng smiled.

Wheeler said: "Therefore, most people support the country to introduce more specific immigration policies. The lessons of illegal immigration have been staged in Spain and France. It has brought very bad consequences. The lawmakers also took this issue seriously. The wife has been paying attention to the progress of the matter."

They came to the Queen's private office on the second floor, Wheeler knocked on the door and pushed it open, and An Feng walked in with Alice.

Joanna is facing her back to them, holding a cordless phone. Today she is dressed as a professional woman, with a cool white shirt, and the hem of her shirt is tied into a professional skirt. Her hair is very elegant and she is said to be a queen. Now she looks more like a strong woman in a corporate executive.

Joanna, who heard the voice, turned her head, nodded at them, and said, "I don't care about the thoughts of a few people, let this matter calm down first."

"That's right." Her tone was unquestionable, "Take out the attitude you should have and execute it immediately."

She put down the phone and walked up to her, An Feng hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, and asked, "What do you have to give orders in person?"

She shook her head: "Parliament has become full of gunpowder because of a new fiscal bill, and the two gangs have started to make trouble. If it cannot be solved, come to me."

"Who made you their leader?" An Feng smiled. It was like two kids fighting each other, and in the end, they came to the parents.

Joanna looked at her daughter next to her, and Alice turned out a box from behind: "A gift for you, a pearl bracelet bought from China."

She used that interrogative look.

An Feng became a good friend: "You put away the gift first, she has put a lot of effort into it."

"It's been so hard to find it." She murmured in a low voice.

Seeing this, the housekeeper quietly retreated, closed the door gently, and guarded outside the door, and did not make any public affairs.

Joanna took the gift, and Alice said decisively: "I was wrong, mom."

Joanna leaned against the table, hugged her arms and asked, "What's the one you said?"

An Feng went to the sofa to sit, and this kind of thing was not mixed.

Alice said: "It's a bit tall and a bit handsome, but it's very colorful, attracting girls to feel vicissitudes of life just by pretending, and it has no meaning at all."

Joanna said: "You can see these and prove that you have thought about it. People are not afraid of seeing it wrong, but are not awake after they are wrong."

"So?" she looked up.

"You did it right, you don't have to be merciless to that guy."

"Ahha." She suddenly laughed.

"Please remove this weird word," said Joanna. "But, as a quasi-public, especially in the next few years, you will receive a lot of attention. There is no way to prevent it. This is a typical failure. Remember to stop it next time."

"I know, mom, I will." She lowered her head.

Joanna nodded, she looked at her, and then stepped forward: "Mom, please take away the gift. I have chosen it for you for a long time, and my legs are almost broken when I walk."

"You have to wait for me to see." Joanna picked up the gift.

"I have to see..." she dragged her voice.

"Okay." She opened the gift, and it was a stringed pearl bracelet. The white and bright pearls were irresistible colors for women.

"I'll put it on for you." Alice said considerately, "Are you beautiful?"

"Very good." Joanna kissed her forehead, "a reward for you."

"I am the daughter who likes you the most, and I think about you everywhere." She said proudly, holding her mother.

Joanna smiled: "You smart little girl."

After staying in the office for a while, the phone rang again. She pressed the phone to answer the call, and the assistant's voice came: "Madam, the Prime Minister's phone call, he said that the matter is more urgent."

"Check it." She picked up the phone.

Alice waved her hand at them. Her mouth: "I'll go find Fred."

An Feng nodded, she quietly retreated. Joanna frowned and spoke to the other party on the phone, leaving behind many replies "waiting for me to consider" and hung up.

An Feng, who was sitting on the sofa, asked, "What happened again?"

"Our northern neighbor, Corsica's old problem."

"What about the details?" An Feng patted the seat beside him. "Come here and I'll talk."

Joanna came over, and An Feng pulled her to her lap and sat down. She twisted: "Don't do this, the impact is not good."

"You are my wife, what's wrong?" he asked back, hugging her waist, allowing her to sit on her lap more comfortable.

"I really admire you." She shook her head, "It's true. Corsica has been making trouble since decades ago. At present, they want to incorporate Sardinia."

"What about France's attitude?" An Feng asked. The Corsicans envied Sardinia's welfare to death, but unfortunately France has been unwilling to relax this territory.

"The government has let go, and the president's adviser talked with Mancini, and he expressed his vaguely, received some cost and deep cooperation, so he agreed to the Corsica referendum."

"What conditions?" An Feng asked.

"Core military technology and a lot of money," she said.

"I think beautifully." An Feng shook his head, "Cosica is just a countryside. It's still mountains. I might as well rent land if I develop it."

"But the government and many parliamentarians are interested in that land. If it can be included, it will no longer be the bottom in Europe," she said.

"Let them die." An Feng said.

Joanna frowned and looked at him: "You really want me to say that?"

"Let me think." An Feng supported his head, "It was indeed possible to show off his land by adding that place. It was finally larger than Belgium, but the locals were very xenophobic. The self-proclaimed Corsicans, the hometown of Napoleon, and the quality of Algerian descendants was very poor."

She asked, "What do you think you'll reply?"

"You are the queen, and you should put the blame on your government. Just say... just use the kind of opposing illegal immigration to equalize everyone's welfare. If everyone thinks it is appropriate, do it. If the people oppose it, you will disband the parliament, fire them, and drink all the Northwest wind."

"Good idea." She nodded. This is a typical case where things are good, the queen will be credited. If things are broken, the government will take the blame.

"You're more than good at it." She said again.

"This is a very flexible and very tricky idea!" An Feng emphasized, patting her ass, "It's not something that I thought of."

"I don't agree." She smiled and shook her head.

An Feng’s topic is not here: “It feels good, it’s not worn inside?”

"I don't want to discuss this," she said.

"This is your office, wandering on the edge of being discovered and hidden." An Feng's fingers wandered on her thighs with stockings.

"Don't play with these things, I'll talk to you seriously." She held An Feng's hand as he walked into the depths.

"But you haven't answered me yet." An Feng looked up, "Or is it a thin line?"

"No, it's invisible." she said.

"Oh! Don't tell the answer so quickly." An Feng covered his forehead, "You have to at least resist."

"No!" she shook her head, "I don't want to play this now."

"Okay, time is yours." An Feng let go of his hand.

"I'm angry," she said.

"No." He shook his head, "continue, you must be thinking, even if these policies were implemented, Corsica was still allowed to vote in the end. What should we do?"

"Don't do this." She leaned over and felt aggrieved: "I was wrong."

"I'm very serious about discussing things with you, Her Majesty the Queen," said An Feng. "And let your hands go out of my chest, I'm not a casual person."

She stopped stroking his skin and said seriously: "Who knows? Everything is uncertain, and Corsica makes trouble for France from time to time. What is even more misunderstood is that after the French get the news from some parliamentarians, they think we really want to expand our territory or show goodwill?"

"I will not give them the base of the moon when I take the initiative to show goodwill." An Feng curled his lips.

"So it's very troublesome," she said.

An Feng said: "What are you worried about? You are only responsible for the overall opinions and orders. This is what those cunning politicians should consider."
Chapter completed!