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Lu Yan's gaze slowly fell on the silver-haired woman, meeting her eyes perfectly.

Those beautiful light purple eyes stared at Lu Yan, flickering with a complex light—somewhat wary, probing, and even a hint of... anticipation?

The silver-haired woman took the initiative to salute Lu Yan again, her voice gentle:

"Simply replacing the King is no easy task, with the slightest carelessness possibly inciting greater turmoil in the Kingdom.

I wonder, Your Eminence... do you have any insights on this?"

As the silver-haired woman finished speaking, Charles, who had been keeping his head lowered, suddenly raised his head.

He initially believed that fulfilling Lu Yan's request for the royal succession was sufficient, but the silver-haired woman was actively seeking Lu Yan's opinion?

Such an earth-shattering matter as the highest power transition of the Victoria Royal Family, handed over so nonchalantly to an outsider who has just slaughtered a royal family prince and seized the Scepter of Royal Authority for 'guidance'?

However, when his gaze uncontrollably slid towards the figure holding the Scepter of Royal Authority, the blazing anger in Charles's heart, as if being doused by ice-cold water from the extreme northern ice fields, was extinguished by more than half, leaving only cold despair and helplessness.

In the end, the Scepter of Royal Authority was in Lu Yan's hands, and all choices were no longer on the Victoria Royal Family's side.

Lu Yan saw it all and casually weighed the Scepter of Royal Authority in his hand, his eyes showing a hint of amusement.

"This is your royal family's internal conflict." Lu Yan finally spoke, his voice calm and unwavering, yet cutting through the air with an unquestionable authority.

"Who is a foolish king, who is a wise monarch, is none of my concern. I have no intention of interfering in your family's power transition."

He paused, his gaze falling on the scepter in his hand, his tone carrying a subtle disdain, like evaluating a slightly flawed toy: "This so-called King's Path, claimed to be one of the shortcuts to the divine throne, holds little value for me."

This statement, more impactful than any previous pressure, caused both Charles and the silver-haired woman's hearts to tighten fiercely.

To them, their lifeblood and representation of royal honor and source of power—the Extraordinary Path—appeared so insignificant in the eyes of this mysterious, powerful man?

Lu Yan looked up, his sight passing over Charles's disheartened face and finally settling on the seemingly calm face of the silver-haired woman.

"My condition remains unchanged, once your royal family's internal dust settles and the new king ascends the throne, I will naturally return this Scepter of Royal Authority to your Victoria Royal Family."

However, Lu Yan's words did not end there.

He curled his lips into an inscrutable arc, adding, "However, before that, I have one small request."

This sudden twist made Charles, who had just slightly relaxed, tense up again, while Elizabeth immediately raised her head, maintaining a respectful posture, her voice steady: "Your Eminence, please feel free to speak."

Lu Yan's gaze finally fully focused on Elizabeth, sharp and direct, as if it intended to pierce her soul.

"I want you." he said slowly, each word remarkably clear.

"To take on the role of the Union President, fully responsible for the establishment and development of the Union in Oranck, and even throughout the future Victoria Kingdom."

The silver-haired woman suddenly raised her head, those beautiful light purple eyes first showing a trace of pure shock and bewilderment; she had envisioned countless possibilities, even including becoming a hostage or being placed in more humiliating circumstances, yet not this.

Having her, a princess of the Victoria Royal Family, lead the Union representing the lower-level workers, destined for intense conflict with the noble class?

But when the silver-haired woman met Lu Yan's gaze, she clearly saw an undisguised, almost merciful mockery ebbing within those profound eyes, as deep as the eternal starry sky.

It was an understanding of everything, as if looking at a child who just found a pretty stone and thought they owned the world.

Then, as though whispering directly into her soul, a low voice echoed within her being.

"Conspiracies and schemes are ultimately like rootless duckweed, dissipating when the wind rises.

Even though your good brother Charles may have lost his eligibility for the throne due to today's events, the Victoria Royal Family is flourishing; is it impossible to find another more suitable, more compliant heir?

Do you think, with your petty tricks, you can compete with those seasoned veterans who have practiced political maneuvering for centuries?"

"Moreover, do you really believe the entire royal family consists of fools like Rein, or young people blinded by ambition like Charles?

Those relics who have slept in ancient manors, witnessing generations of kingly changes, do you truly think their eyes will be clouded by your self-serving cleverness?"

Every word was like a cold dagger, precisely piercing through her recently inflated ambition, dissecting it thoroughly, exposing its fragile and weak foundation.

Elizabeth's face turned paler, and those schemes she considered shrewd now appeared so naive and laughable.

Yet, just as this near-desperate realization dawned, a brighter lightning bolt tore through the shadow of her consciousness.

She suddenly understood that this was not merely a warning, nor was it complete denial.

This whisper was not intended to suppress her ambition, but to... guide her.

It was telling her that relying on her petty, disrespectful methods would never lead to success.

So, what is this Eminence's true intention?

Amidst flickering thoughts, she suddenly realized that what this mysterious, powerful Eminence offered her was not the position of 'Union President,' nor a tool to bolster her in the royal power struggle.

What he offered was an opportunity!

An opportunity that could truly allow her to break free from the shackles of being a princess, bypass all traditional succession order and internal strife, and reach directly to the core of power!

An opportunity to truly reach the throne!

"What is your name?" Lu Yan asked in a calm tone.

She took a deep breath, striving to calm her excitement, and said one word at a time:

"Elizabeth Victoria!"