The Queen’s Path

Hanberg sat calmly in the car, instructing the driver to stop and drive directly inside.

“People’s interest in rumors is always stronger than politics,” he said with a bitter smile.

“I’m sure the PR director has already torn everything apart,” Ke remarked.

Surrounded by reporters, Hanberg entered the Prime Minister’s residence under guard protection, saying nothing.

The guards blocked the reporters, capturing only the Prime Minister’s stern side profile.

Abert leaned down and kissed her, stopping her unfinished words with his lips. Wilhelmina’s eyes were moist as she hugged him tightly.

This time, the royal family sent only one spokesperson who briefly addressed their relationship without answering reporters’ questions before leaving. The Prime Minister’s public relations spokesperson countered by accusing them of spreading malicious rumors.

“Grasping at straws and spreading rumors based on a single photo is pure imagination. If the prime minister turned his head with a smile, you should go into literary creation instead,” stated the spokesperson.

Unable to be satisfied, the media dug deeper. The past between Wilhelmina, the Queen, and Prime Minister Hanborg was gradually exposed. A retired palace attendant narrated how Hanborg became Wilhelmina’s secretary, adding to the media and readers’ curiosity.

An old photo was uncovered, showing a young Wilhelmina in a blue dress, with Hanborg holding her in a protective posture. The little girl’s hands were tightly wrapped around his neck, her demeanor one of dependence.

Several photos from Alexander’s funeral were soon released.

Hanborg held Wilhelmina’s hand, bent down to speak to her, and fed her cookies, showing tender love. Wilhelmina displayed clear dependence on him.

Photos captured Hanborg picking Wilhelmina up from school, showing him rushing over like a bodyguard and kissing her face before carrying her into the car. This image of Hanborg lifting and kissing young Wilhelmina became popular in the media. The well-angled photo displayed their intimate smiles; young Wilhelmina appeared beautiful and cute, while Hanborg looked youthful and handsome.

“I don’t even have these photos!” Wilhelmina said to her husband, mixing laughter with tears. “Where did they get these, even from grandfather’s funeral?”

Abert looked through the photos and remarked, “You were so adorable back then, like an angel. Who could not love you?”

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