Celeste's fists tightened, and there was a sharp glint in her eyes. "That's why I say the heavens are unfair. How could this happen?""You said it yourself—it's all about one's birth. Even the woman you call an old hag also comes from a noble family," Carissa replied calmly, her voice carrying a subtle sense of superiority.Celeste hated that attitude more than anything, for it reminded her of Eleanor—the one who stood in the clouds while Celeste could only crawl in the dust below. Her anger flared, her chest rising and falling sharply."So what if she's of noble birth? She was still rejected by her own husband," Celeste taunted."Mr. Prince? She never cared for him at all," Carissa said dismissively. "It's only you who treats him like some precious gem.""He's no gem to me, he's a waste of space," Celeste spat, her expression hardening.Carissa smiled contemptuously. "What I know isn't quite like that. You even had a child with him. Knowing full well that desertion is a grave cr
Oliver's situation caught Carissa off guard. She had assumed he would have taken trusted allies with him, at least people capable of keeping themselves hidden for two or three years.Who would have thought he would be robbed halfway through, losing everything, including the mistress he doted on, who ended up abandoning him? In that moment, did he regret his reckless choices?To think that, at his age, he still believed in true love. He even dared to cast aside the wife who had worked tirelessly for over ten years to care for him, only to be discarded himself. Perhaps that was his karmic punishment.But his punishment didn't end there.Knowing Celeste's temperament, Carissa imagined that she had likely humiliated Oliver when she left, just as she had once done to Samuel. Celeste used her beauty as a tool but despised the men who coveted it.Carissa didn't think Oliver would stay in Stonebridge County. Given his fugitive status, he couldn't risk revealing his true identity, and he c
Zoey chose not to tell Evelyn or Viola about her plan. The next day, as they set off for their routine visit to Arcane Sanctum, Zoey disguised herself as a peasant woman and quietly followed them.She trailed them the entire way. From the moment they left to when they returned, no one came close to their donkey cart, and it didn't even make a single stop along the way.After returning to Skye Embroidery, Viola immediately began preparing medicine. At the workshop, no one had servants. Everyone took turns cooking. When Viola first arrived, she was utterly inexperienced. It took three days of practice for her to even be able to start a fire, and the first meal she cooked was barely edible.The people at Skye Embroidery were cooperative but also fond of teasing. They joked and said Viola carried herself like a lady of high status but didn't have the luck to actually live that life.At first, Viola was furious and felt unjustly treated, as though the others were deliberately targeting
Viola knew that Alana had misunderstood, but she wasn't in a hurry to explain. Her mind was too clouded with confusion.She closed the door and carried the medicine over. "Mom, drink the medicine first. We'll figure out the rest slowly."Evelyn shook her head and looked at her daughter with weary eyes. "Viola, be honest with yourself. How has your older brother treated you all these years?"Viola furrowed her brow slightly. "Mom, we don't have the means to help him. We're still living at Skye Embroidery, and the money for your medicine is all from Ms. Spencer.""You're wrong. That money came from Isaac. He may not acknowledge us, but he has been working tirelessly for us these past days," Evelyn replied."Even if the money came from him, we have no right to ask him to give it to Oliver," Viola said.Evelyn's face tightened, and with clenched teeth, she finally spoke the truth, "That money... it isn't his. When he returned, Zoey suggested giving him some compensation. So, we trans
Viola didn't go to Isaac. In the past, she might have shamelessly believed that as a member of the Earl of Silverstone's family, it was his duty to help when the family faced hardship and was in need.But now, she couldn't think that way.She had come to understand certain truths. When the Earl of Silverstone's family was thriving, Isaac had never shared in any of its glory. Now, when it was in trouble, expecting him to step in felt wrong. She couldn't bring herself to do it.As for whether she should tell Zoey about this, she hesitated. No matter what, she didn't want her brother to die.Viola sat under a tree, staring off into space for a long while. Just then, Alana came by carrying a basket of silk thread. Upon seeing Viola, she immediately took a turn, clearly not wanting to speak with her.Viola remembered the misunderstanding from earlier and quickly called out, "Ms. Alana, I'm sorry about what happened earlier. I didn't mean it like that."Alana glanced at her. "I see."
Zoey was sitting at the table, sewing a new dress for her daughter. Once the dress was finished, she planned to embroider some decorative patterns. After all, her daughter was now living at Hell Monarch Estate; it wouldn't do for her to rely completely on the royal household for everything, especially her clothes.Her mind was in turmoil. The words Carissa had spoken kept circling in her thoughts, and she couldn't shake the feeling that it would come to pass.If Oliver found himself without options, he would surely return to the capital. Whether or not he would immediately come looking for her afterward was uncertain, but she had a sense that he would first try to find Evelyn.He wouldn't turn to Zoey unless he was certain that Evelyn could offer him no help. But Evelyn was deeply attached to her son and would go to any lengths to try and assist him.Zoey had followed them the entire day, and while nothing had happened, that didn't mean it wouldn't happen in the days to come. If Ol
Zoey questioned Viola in detail, asking how she had come across Oliver, what state he was in now, and whether he had brought his child with him.Viola recounted, "I was out yesterday to buy a stew pot, hoping to make some medicinal broth for Mom. After I purchased it, he came up to me. I was startled at first, thinking it was some pervert."But when he called my name, I recognized his voice. His face was so dark and haggard, and his eyebrows were shaved off. He has lost so much weight. If I hadn't carefully examined him, I wouldn't have believed it was Oliver."Viola paused as she recalled the encounter and Zoey's earlier words, still feeling a sense of unease.She continued, "He didn't have a child with him. He was alone. He told me he was forced to flee, and now there are arrest warrants for him everywhere. He has no money left, and with a child to support, things are really difficult for him. He asked me to talk to Mom about gathering 3,000 silver coins."Zoey quickly asked, "I
At Grace Mansion, the lanterns in the corridors cast intricate shadows on the window frames, resembling beasts looming on the walls.Carissa Sinclair sat on a chair with her hands folded in her lap, her slender body hidden beneath plain clothes. She looked at the man before her—her husband whom she had spent a year waiting for.Barrett Warren was still wearing his slightly-worn battle armor. Standing under the dim light, he looked commanding and handsome. His face showed a mix of determination and a touch of regret."Carissa, the king has issued a royal edict for this marriage. Aurora will be joining our household. There's no question about it," said Barrett.Carissa's eyes clouded with confusion. "The queen dowager has said that General Yates is a model for all women in the kingdom. Would she be willing to be a concubine?"Barrett's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance. "No, she won’t be a concubine. She’ll be my legal wife and equal to you.""Calling her that doesn't change an
Zoey questioned Viola in detail, asking how she had come across Oliver, what state he was in now, and whether he had brought his child with him.Viola recounted, "I was out yesterday to buy a stew pot, hoping to make some medicinal broth for Mom. After I purchased it, he came up to me. I was startled at first, thinking it was some pervert."But when he called my name, I recognized his voice. His face was so dark and haggard, and his eyebrows were shaved off. He has lost so much weight. If I hadn't carefully examined him, I wouldn't have believed it was Oliver."Viola paused as she recalled the encounter and Zoey's earlier words, still feeling a sense of unease.She continued, "He didn't have a child with him. He was alone. He told me he was forced to flee, and now there are arrest warrants for him everywhere. He has no money left, and with a child to support, things are really difficult for him. He asked me to talk to Mom about gathering 3,000 silver coins."Zoey quickly asked, "I
Zoey was sitting at the table, sewing a new dress for her daughter. Once the dress was finished, she planned to embroider some decorative patterns. After all, her daughter was now living at Hell Monarch Estate; it wouldn't do for her to rely completely on the royal household for everything, especially her clothes.Her mind was in turmoil. The words Carissa had spoken kept circling in her thoughts, and she couldn't shake the feeling that it would come to pass.If Oliver found himself without options, he would surely return to the capital. Whether or not he would immediately come looking for her afterward was uncertain, but she had a sense that he would first try to find Evelyn.He wouldn't turn to Zoey unless he was certain that Evelyn could offer him no help. But Evelyn was deeply attached to her son and would go to any lengths to try and assist him.Zoey had followed them the entire day, and while nothing had happened, that didn't mean it wouldn't happen in the days to come. If Ol
Viola didn't go to Isaac. In the past, she might have shamelessly believed that as a member of the Earl of Silverstone's family, it was his duty to help when the family faced hardship and was in need.But now, she couldn't think that way.She had come to understand certain truths. When the Earl of Silverstone's family was thriving, Isaac had never shared in any of its glory. Now, when it was in trouble, expecting him to step in felt wrong. She couldn't bring herself to do it.As for whether she should tell Zoey about this, she hesitated. No matter what, she didn't want her brother to die.Viola sat under a tree, staring off into space for a long while. Just then, Alana came by carrying a basket of silk thread. Upon seeing Viola, she immediately took a turn, clearly not wanting to speak with her.Viola remembered the misunderstanding from earlier and quickly called out, "Ms. Alana, I'm sorry about what happened earlier. I didn't mean it like that."Alana glanced at her. "I see."
Viola knew that Alana had misunderstood, but she wasn't in a hurry to explain. Her mind was too clouded with confusion.She closed the door and carried the medicine over. "Mom, drink the medicine first. We'll figure out the rest slowly."Evelyn shook her head and looked at her daughter with weary eyes. "Viola, be honest with yourself. How has your older brother treated you all these years?"Viola furrowed her brow slightly. "Mom, we don't have the means to help him. We're still living at Skye Embroidery, and the money for your medicine is all from Ms. Spencer.""You're wrong. That money came from Isaac. He may not acknowledge us, but he has been working tirelessly for us these past days," Evelyn replied."Even if the money came from him, we have no right to ask him to give it to Oliver," Viola said.Evelyn's face tightened, and with clenched teeth, she finally spoke the truth, "That money... it isn't his. When he returned, Zoey suggested giving him some compensation. So, we trans
Zoey chose not to tell Evelyn or Viola about her plan. The next day, as they set off for their routine visit to Arcane Sanctum, Zoey disguised herself as a peasant woman and quietly followed them.She trailed them the entire way. From the moment they left to when they returned, no one came close to their donkey cart, and it didn't even make a single stop along the way.After returning to Skye Embroidery, Viola immediately began preparing medicine. At the workshop, no one had servants. Everyone took turns cooking. When Viola first arrived, she was utterly inexperienced. It took three days of practice for her to even be able to start a fire, and the first meal she cooked was barely edible.The people at Skye Embroidery were cooperative but also fond of teasing. They joked and said Viola carried herself like a lady of high status but didn't have the luck to actually live that life.At first, Viola was furious and felt unjustly treated, as though the others were deliberately targeting
Oliver's situation caught Carissa off guard. She had assumed he would have taken trusted allies with him, at least people capable of keeping themselves hidden for two or three years.Who would have thought he would be robbed halfway through, losing everything, including the mistress he doted on, who ended up abandoning him? In that moment, did he regret his reckless choices?To think that, at his age, he still believed in true love. He even dared to cast aside the wife who had worked tirelessly for over ten years to care for him, only to be discarded himself. Perhaps that was his karmic punishment.But his punishment didn't end there.Knowing Celeste's temperament, Carissa imagined that she had likely humiliated Oliver when she left, just as she had once done to Samuel. Celeste used her beauty as a tool but despised the men who coveted it.Carissa didn't think Oliver would stay in Stonebridge County. Given his fugitive status, he couldn't risk revealing his true identity, and he c
Celeste's fists tightened, and there was a sharp glint in her eyes. "That's why I say the heavens are unfair. How could this happen?""You said it yourself—it's all about one's birth. Even the woman you call an old hag also comes from a noble family," Carissa replied calmly, her voice carrying a subtle sense of superiority.Celeste hated that attitude more than anything, for it reminded her of Eleanor—the one who stood in the clouds while Celeste could only crawl in the dust below. Her anger flared, her chest rising and falling sharply."So what if she's of noble birth? She was still rejected by her own husband," Celeste taunted."Mr. Prince? She never cared for him at all," Carissa said dismissively. "It's only you who treats him like some precious gem.""He's no gem to me, he's a waste of space," Celeste spat, her expression hardening.Carissa smiled contemptuously. "What I know isn't quite like that. You even had a child with him. Knowing full well that desertion is a grave cr
The burial site, chosen by the Royal Astronomer, was indeed a place of serene beauty—lush mountains and clear waters, with two villages nestled nearby. Though it was said to be next to the Royal Mausoleum, it was actually ten miles away.After the funeral, Chaya came to bid farewell to Carissa and Violet. She told them she planned to stay in one of the nearby villages and build a small hut, in order to guard the grave of her godfather.Violet asked if she needed financial help, but Chaya said she didn't. She explained that selling the jewelry she had purchased would provide enough for her to live comfortably on her own and still have some wealth to spare.The day she left, Thomas arrived in the capital, with Yuvan and the others in his custody.Standing at the city gates, Chaya watched the prisoner cart carrying Yuvan and Harvey. A surge of hatred rose within her, but as she saw the common people angrily throwing rotten vegetables at them, her anger faded.They had brought this up
It took five days to finally wipe out the remaining rebels.News soon came from Thomas and Chester. Having captured the traitor, Clifford, alive, they were now on their way back to the capital. Also with them were the rebel leaders, including Yuvan, Harvey, and Wayne. They would arrive in the city in a matter of days.With the exception of Oliver, the remaining targets had mostly been caught.On July 25, the Royal Management Department organized Hayden's funeral. Due to the treason committed by Nicholas, the funeral was a modest affair. Salvador convened a council to discuss whether Hayden could be buried in the Princes' Mausoleum. Though he had been innocent, Nicholas' crime had stained his entire family.Carissa was not summoned to participate in the discussions. Instead, she, along with Hell Monarch Estate's staff, made their way to Willowbrook Estate to mourn.The funeral was kept quiet and understated, with no officials attending. Unless Salvador granted permission for Hayden