Chapter 760 You're Welcome, Archbishop

Chapter 760 You're welcome, archbishop

Xia Siyu immediately replied unceremoniously, "Convicted? Is there any evidence? Do you have any brains?"

Just as Ye Jing was about to refute, Shen Qingye who was next door hurled another curse from the British Empire.

She was so angry that she dared not speak up.

The second crown prince of the British imperial family personally testified to Lawrence's improperly obtained title of lord. They still refused to admit it, and they will be slapped in the face as soon as they show evidence.

The justice sighed, and concluded, "Currently the House of Lords has obtained evidence that the old Marquis was forced to sell the lord, and now we invite this gentleman to return to the House of Lords for investigation.

Ladies and gentlemen, please keep in mind that nobility is the symbol of our British emperor's reputation, and no one will be allowed to deliberately buy and destroy the image and blood of our nobility. "

"The Lord Chancellor was right."

"Indeed, noble blood cannot be tarnished."

If there is one, there are two. When it comes to blood and rights, many nobles have spoken out in support, wishing to nail Shang Yu to the shame of the British emperor.

The situation in the private banquet hall took a turn for the worse, and the originally noble Marquis instantly became the object of contempt.

Li Qiao's expression was cold, she pinched the phone and threw it on the table with a bang, her dark eyes were like a blade, and she recorded all the faces who were helping and attacking her.

She sneered in a low voice, but before she could make a sound, Shang Yu pulled her wrist from the table and gently opened her clenched fist. With a lingering smile in his thick voice, he comforted her with a doting voice: "A group of mobs, Why be angry."

He spoke in Mandarin, which Western nobles did not understand, but the Xiao family could hear him clearly.

The Second Crown Prince Weston's eyes were frosty, and he looked at Xiao Yehui vaguely, and ordered someone to greet the Royal Knight, "Take him back to investigate."

Xiao Yehui bent his lips, got up slowly, and walked towards Shang Yu and Li Qiao unhurriedly.

In a blink of an eye, he stood behind the two of them, leaned on the back of the chair and said, "Shang Shaoyan, are you satisfied with this first gift?"

The curvature of Shang Yu's thin lips gradually deepened, caressing Li Qiao's fingers, his eyes seemed to be cold and cold, "Not satisfactory."

Xiao Yehui smiled lightly, lowered his head again, "Then I hope I can satisfy you next time."

He violated the Nobility Act, and once he was tried by the Noble Court, it would not be so easy to turn over.

The royal knights outside the door have already stepped in with uniform steps.

They had a clear goal and went straight to Shang Yu and Li Qiao.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Yehui's eyes flickered, and he tilted his head and whispered in Li Qiao's ear, "Xiao Qi, it's wise to choose to be wise and protect yourself now."

Li Qiao stared ahead, with a flamboyant expression, "What's the point of being wise and protecting yourself? It's more beautiful if a husband sings and a wife follows her talents."

Xiao Yehui shook his head in disappointment, "Alright, whatever you want."

At this moment, the Royal Knights are just around the corner.

Shang Yu glanced lightly, still calm and composed. The Royal Knights received a signal from the Second Crown Prince of Weston, and they were about to attack Shang Yu.

He is neither a noble marquis, so he does not need to be polite to wear a crime.

Then--

The housekeeper, Yin Zhihong, suddenly ran in in shock, completely ignoring etiquette, and shouted in Xiao Yehui's direction: "Duke, Joe, Prince George is here."

Xiao Yehui's face was slightly condensed, his brows were tightly frowned, "Prince?"

Even the Second Crown Prince Weston stood up instantly, "Is George really here?"

Yin Zhihong nodded anxiously, "Yes, and..."

Before the words were finished, a deep, resonant and implicit questioning voice came from outside the private banquet hall, "My brother, when did the private banquet hall become the place where the judges judge?"

First in line of succession to the British royal family, Prince George.

Everyone in the audience stood up instantly.

Including Shang Yu also stood up slowly, except for Li Qiao who was texting and preparing to do something.

The man curled his lips into a faint smile, pulled her wrist and gently tugged, "Hey, I'll play with you later."

On the opposite side, Xi Luo nodded in a serious manner. She was indeed the only archbishop who could summon Prince George.

Prince George is accompanied by only one personal knight, who is a few years older than Weston. He has been immersed in the authority of the royal family all year round, and his temperament is restrained but even more powerful.

Li Qiao held the phone with one hand and looked at the crown prince walking in front of her without blinking.

If she read it correctly, George seemed to have smiled at them just now, not only that, but he was gradually approaching them.

Three seconds later, Crown Prince George stood in front of Shang Yu.

Then, Li Qiao heard the man greet with a thin smile, "Prince George."

What did Prince George say?

He patted Shang Yu's shoulder gently, like a kind elder, "Why should the archbishop be polite to me?"

Li Qiao: "???"

What's the big deal?

Archbishop of the Sanhedrin diocese?

That is the leader of the church on a par with the justice.

Is... her family Shang Yu?

Li Qiao was stunned for a rare moment. She ignored the buzzing messages on her phone.

In comparison, the Marquess of Lawrence... what is it?

Not to mention the judge, even Crown Prince George cannot convict the archbishop at will.

Li Qiao was not the only one who was stunned by this situation.

One counts as one, and all the nobles in the British Empire were shocked by the "archbishop".

Archbishop... Church leader, who has reached a certain level of qualifications and influence, and can even perform coronation ceremonies for nobles.

Is he really worth buying a title of lord?

The archbishop is much better than the title, okay?

At this time, Xiao Yehui stood a few steps away from Shang Yu, his pupils constricted and his brows frowned.

Xiao Yeyan also looked at Crown Prince George in disbelief, and he even wanted to ask, did you recognize the wrong person.

How could Shang Shaoyan of Parma and Shang Shaoyan of Nanyang be the Archbishop of the House of Lords?

Madam Xiao was even more in a trance, staring at Shang Yu with a dull expression, her mind went blank.

how could be?

Clearly violating the Nobility Act, and obviously subject to a royal ruling, this situation can be saved from danger...

How much unknown side does Shang Shaoyan still have.

In the back row, Xia Siyu glared at Ye Jing proudly, and sneered in a low voice: "Su Yidao, according to the constitution of your British emperor, how many years will you be sentenced for blatantly slandering the archbishop?"

Su Mo straightened his cuffs and answered simply, "Ten years up."

Shen Qingye coughed lightly, "It is said that church leaders can sit on an equal footing with the royal family, and slandering the archbishop is equivalent to slandering the royal family, they deserve death."

Ye Jing couldn't say a word, and her originally happy mood suddenly became uneasy.

On the other side, when Prince George appeared, Weston's eyes were full of unknown tension and panic.

He didn't expect the matter to develop to this point at all, so he could only walk forward quickly, bowed and saluted, "Prince George, why are you here?"

And one more tomorrow afternoon.