Transmigrated as the Crown Prince

The moment he saw Her Royal Highness the Duchess of York (the second son of George V and the consort of Prince Albert (the future King George VI)), a very subtle feeling flashed through Yannick's heart. He froze in place as if he was electrocuted, and his heart was beating hard.

The temperament exuded by this woman is so noble and elegant, like a high and mighty goddess, making men want to prostrate themselves and worship her.

Little Elizabeth heard Yannick's murmur and asked curiously. "What are you talking about? Brother Yannick?"

Yannick regained his composure and smiled awkwardly. "Nothing, I was just sighing that your mother is so beautiful."

At this time, Her Royal Highness the Duchess of York turned her head to look this way, and happened to meet Yannick's hot (erotic) (squinting) eyes (squinting). Her eyes became more alert.

During the Second World War, the king and queen of the British Empire became the symbol of the country's resistance to war. Even during the bombing, under the persuasion of the cabinet, Elizabeth publicly refused to leave London. She said: "The children cannot live without it." I can't leave without the king, and the king can't leave under any circumstances."

She frequently visited areas of London that had been bombed by the Luftwaffe, particularly the East End near the London Docks. Buckingham Palace was damaged several times during the peak period of bombing, causing Elizabeth to say: "I feel as if the East End of London Docks is right in front of me." For safety and family reasons, the king and queen were not at Buckingham Palace. Instead, they spent the night in Windsor Castle, 20 miles (about 35 kilometers) west of central London (most of the buildings in Buckingham Palace were destroyed in the bombing). The princesses also spent the wartime years at Windsor Castle, and During the day it was at Buckingham Palace.

Because of her influence on the confidence of the entire British people, Mustache called her "the most dangerous woman in Europe", saying that if Churchill was the man I must fear in Europe, she is the woman I fear most.

However, Yannick doubts whether the British royal family will continue to stay in the UK when the German cavalry crosses the English Channel and lands in the UK in the future? The British Empire can be called the "Empire on which the sun never sets", and their colonies are spread all over the world. Wherever these members of the royal family fled, they could form a new government and raise the banner of anti-Germany.

The United States on the other side of the ocean will definitely support the British royal family so that they can continue to resist Germany.

Damn, what a troublesome thing.

I hope that by then those colonies will be able to grow up and stop stupidly standing up to be cannon fodder for the British royal family, even if they remain neutral.

The Duchess of York noticed that the frivolity in Yannick's eyes was replaced by inexplicable worries. He seemed to be trapped in some kind of worry and did not even notice that she was approaching. It wasn't until little Elizabeth happily showed off his signature to her mother that Yannick calmed down and quickly saluted Princess Elizabeth. "Hello, Your Excellency, The Duchess of York."

He waited expectantly for her to reach out for a hand kiss, but to his surprise, the Duchess just nodded slightly and had no intention of extending her hand. "I have heard of you for a long time, Your Majesty Yannick. I have a heartfelt request..."

Hey, what does such a noble beauty want from him? Yannick forced himself not to look like a pig, and responded happily. "It doesn't matter if you say so."

But her words surprised him. "If it's convenient, could you go to Cambridge University to give a class on literary creation?"

Because Yannick has "created" many famous works over the years, he is now an internationally famous litterateur. "Of course, no problem. Are you going to listen too?" Yannick asked out of nowhere.

The Duchess of York showed a slightly embarrassed smile. "I'm afraid I can't go."

"That's a shame, but I think it should be fine tomorrow morning."

"Thank you, Your Highness." After thanking her, the Duchess of York took her daughter's hand and left in a hurry. She had long heard about the conduct of His Highness Yannick. Although there was no explicit teasing in the conversation just now, she seemed to feel something strange in his words and deeds.

After the banquet was over, Yannick couldn't help but curse when he returned to the room. "Mom, no one has made a clear statement. These bastards want the horses to run and not eat grass." How can there be such a good thing in the world?

Ribbentrop asked cautiously. "What should we do, Your Highness? Do we need to continue lobbying?"

Yannick shook his head. "No need. However, it seems that George V will not live long. After his death, His Royal Highness Edward will take the throne. This visit ends here. I will give a lecture at Cambridge University tomorrow morning. I’ll go back in the afternoon.”

Ribbentrop couldn't help but wonder. "Yes. But Your Highness, there is no need to give them a speech, right?"

"I have my own plan." He did this just to increase his attention. With attention, there will be popularity. The higher the popularity, the higher the fame, and the number of fans will also increase dramatically. There are many among them. What a stupid fan.

He didn't expect these idiots to turn their guns around in future wars, but it would be good to be killed by German soldiers after hesitating for just a second when firing.

It's a pity that there is no computer or Internet now, otherwise he would have to open a room to be the anchor and fool them every day.

Speaking of computers, hey, I really want to play games. That guy Turing doesn't even have a concept of computers right now, so I need to give him some guidance when I get back.

Even if Germany's technology tree is advancing by leaps and bounds under his promotion, I'm afraid it will take fifty or sixty years to play a first-person shooter game. I hope I don’t get Parkinson’s or Alzheimer’s by then.

Seeing Yannick lost in thought, Ribbentrop was about to leave when Yannick suddenly called him. "Mr. Ribbentrop, you will return home tomorrow morning, and then go to Italy to sign an agreement with Mussolini."

The current relationship between Germany and Italy is not very good, neither good nor bad. A beer hall riot more than ten years ago was suppressed on the spot, and a group of ringleaders were shot dead on the spot. Because of that riot, the German government at that time was very afraid of fascism and took strict precautions against it, basically losing its living space. Maybe Mussolini has always been worried about this matter.

Ribbentrop asked respectfully. "Your Highness, what is the agreement?"

"It's very simple." Yannick smiled slightly. "We want to lease the Sirt Basin in the northern part of the Sahara Desert. The lease period is at least fifty years. Of course, the longer the better. As long as this is done, you will have done a great job."