Hayden had been granted the title of duke, and lived a relatively comfortable life in his fief. It wasn't that he desired to return alone to the capital to spend his old age in solitude. He had hoped to have his descendants around him. However, as he grew older, he longed for a return to his roots. It was also partly to show the king that with his presence in the capital, it ensured his children and grandchildren would remain loyal.Hayden wasn't concerned about his own family, but he had noticed some troubling signs. He feared that ambitious individuals might try to win over the various local princes and dukes. That was why he anxiously returned to the capital and retired, to keep a closer watch on things.Tonight, he had taken Rafael aside. Hayden wanted to pretend he was drunk to speak his mind—whether as a warning or a hint, it was the most he could do.Before parting, he patted Rafael on the shoulder. "I must say, I quite like your wife. Bring her to visit me sometimes."Raf
The night was filled with lively festivities that lasted until past midnight, after which everyone retired to their rooms to sleep.Ryan was exhausted beyond measure, but he held on as much as he could. At the end of the night, Travis carried him back to their room.Rafael held Carissa close in the warmth of their bed, hoping to warm not just her body but her heart as well. He expected her to say something, but she remained silent, quietly lying in his embrace with even breaths. He couldn't tell if she had fallen asleep.However, Carissa was not asleep. She couldn't sleep, and she didn't want to move or speak. Some things, she believed, had to be endured silently. She would grit her teeth through the pain. Time would eventually cover the wounds, sealing away the hurt.That was her usual way of coping.What was different now was that she had someone who truly cared for her.Rafael felt a pang of sadness in his heart, mostly from the pain he felt for her. She would smile at him whe
Carissa responded with a thoughtful hum. "If an ordinary woman thought that way, I'd understand. But the Spencer family is a prestigious family from Ebonflow with a century-long unbroken lineage, though their marriage matters are complicated because of your aunt's elopement. Still, you're from a prominent family yourself. Why cling to someone with a higher status? Wouldn't marrying into a lower status family so you'd hold more authority in the marriage be a more comfortable life?""That's why I say she's foolish," Violet said, fastening the Mystic Pearl earrings on Carissa. "Yuvan's interest in the Spencer family isn't as simple as it seems. He's already left the capital this morning. I wonder how he'll handle your aunt's funeral.""Have people been sent to keep watch?" Carissa asked."They have," Violet said, pinching Carissa's cheek. "Smile a little. You haven't smiled much these days. If I had descendants, I'd want them to smile every day even after I'm gone."Carissa swatted
Mary was already quite exhausted. Upon receiving the hot drink and food at the estate, she heartily drank two large bowls of stew and even asked if she could have another bowl.Carissa placed a stack of banknotes, amounting to ten thousand silver coins, along with the stew on the table. Mary's eyes widened in shock; she looked up at Carissa, visibly trembling with awe and emotion. She had spent two days raising only seven hundred silver coins.As Mary struggled to find words in her astonishment, Helen interjected from the side, "Bring me the box for storing the banknotes. Give her twenty thousand silver coins."As Carissa's mother-in-law, it was only right to support her daughter-in-law, and to do so generously.Mary stood up in excitement, her tears nearly spilling over."Please, don't be so overwhelmed. Sit down, Madam Clayton," Carissa said, concerned that the old woman's emotional response might lead to a health issue.Mary's granddaughters-in-law couldn't help but be moved t
Speaking of which, it had indeed been a while since anyone had paid attention to the affairs of the Warren family.With Barrett having two wives now, they would surely be able to attend to Rebecca properly.Helen remarked, "Yes, that's true. After people argue, they often say hurtful things. No matter who comes, they'll just keep insulting, and they use the most vicious words."As Helen spoke, she shrunk back slightly, clearly feeling a bit guilty.Violet smiled and said, "It sounds like there's a story behind this."Helen smiled wryly. "Back when I had a quarrel with Dakota and lost, the late king came to console me. I was so upset that I almost caused a major disaster by directing my anger at him. Fortunately, my sister came to the rescue, or I would have likely ended up in a secluded residence far from the main palace, weaving spider webs."Carissa and Violet exchanged amused glances. Helen did sometimes speak without regard for the occasion.Victoria did indeed dote on Helen
However, there were always a few people who criticized Carissa, claiming that as the Hell Monarch's princess consort and the legitimate daughter of the Duke of Northwatch's family, she was wealthy and could easily afford the donation of several tens of thousands of silver coins. So, how could thirty thousand silver coins be a significant amount for her?In contrast, they claimed that the Warren family was poor and that Rebecca, who had long been ill, couldn't be expected to donate money. This explanation was promptly rebutted."Do you have a misunderstanding about what constitutes being poor? When Barrett married Aurora, the dowry was reportedly between ten and twenty thousand silver coins. And what about the dowry of the Prince family's daughter? Did you not see the amount?""You say they're poor, but what spills from their fingers could feed you for a year.""Even if they're poor, not donating is one thing, but why insult the matriarch of the Marquis of Jadehill's family by c
Carissa chuckled softly.Still, she needed to be clear about a few things. She instructed Violet to find Kiera, brought her back, and had the girl seated in a chair."Have you seen him?" she asked. Kiera's eyes shimmered with a glint of excitement. "Yes, he came to the palace to pay respects to the queen, and I saw him then.""What do you like about him?" Carissa asked."I'm not sure. I just liked him when I saw him," Kiera replied.Carissa wasn't familiar with Logan's appearance, but a first impression that sparked immediate affection often indicated love at first sight, which usually related closely to one's appearance."Well, then should we have someone inquire into this?""I can't make that decision. It's up to Mom and you," Kiera said, her lips curving upwards despite herself. "But, I don't mind. Go ahead and inquire."A princess' marriage wasn't something that required extensive inquiry. If she had her heart set on someone, it would simply be a matter of issuing a royal
When Rafael returned from work, Carissa updated him on the matter.After removing his cloak and handing it to a servant, Rafael sat down and sipped on a cup of coffee. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "Logan is a typical wealthy young man—fond of pleasure and indulgence. He and Kiera do seem to share...similar interests.""In a few days, I expect the Quinton family will come to finalize the betrothal. My suggestion is to follow the usual marriage customs. I've spoken with Kiera, and she enjoys these traditional ceremonies," said Carissa."Have her marriage arranged according to her preferences. I'm her brother. I've faced countless dangers on the battlefield, and it's all been to ensure that she and my mother can live freely as they please."He took Carissa's hand and guided her to sit beside him, his eyes gentle. "Originally, I wanted to say that to you, but it seems I don't really have the right to. Your father's and brothers' military achievements, and your own, shoul
As Nicholas rode out, he saw Clifford in the distance, which finally put his mind at ease.He knew how fearless Clifford was—once people were willing to give their all and feared nothing, they could achieve anything.This was the war Nicholas had dreamed of—the battle for his great cause. All the calmness he had once carried disappeared. The suppressed fire in his blood surged through his limbs, and the desire to rule the world filled him with an overwhelming strength and conviction.He believed that ambition was the most powerful force in the world, and that it was unstoppable.What he didn't realize was that ambition wasn't the strongest force. The greatest forces were love and hate, justice and unity.It was the patriotism of Carissa, the commander of the Mystic Army!It was the hatred of Carissa, whose family had been slaughtered!It was also the union of soldiers and martial artists, working together to expel the rebels and uphold justice for the people!Nicholas quickly
At Willowbrook Estate, a light drizzle pattered from the eaves, leaving the entire estate damp and misty.Hayden stood under the corridor, listening—was that the sound of fighting, or just the rain?He stood there for a long time before finally turning and entering the house.Sonny lived here now. His legs were shattered, and he would never stand again. In addition to his leg injuries, his face bore fractures, and the constant pain tormented him. The pain from broken bones was excruciating.Hayden didn't visit often because every time he came, Sonny pretended to be fine and hid his pain. It was an act that made Hayden's heart ache every time.Inside, Chaya was tending to Sonny. She wiped his face and massaged his hands and back to prevent sores from forming after lying too long.Seeing Hayden enter, she took the basin away and said, "I was just about to feed him some millet porridge. Have you eaten?""No," Hayden replied. "Bring another bowl. I'll eat with him." He pulled a ch
The conversation turned toward Hayden's predicament. His roundabout way of sending the letter showed just how difficult his situation had become.When Violet and the others had stayed there, they hadn't noticed anything unusual. Only upon their departure did they realize that something was off with Gordon."Prince Hayden is truly sacrificing everything for the greater good," Jacob said with respect.As a descendant of the Sanford family, Hayden never wished for this rebellion, especially when it involved his own son. The pain of it all must have been unbearable for Hayden.They had investigated before and uncovered some of the inside details. Jacob sighed heavily. "Prince Nicholas launched the rebellion in Prince Hayden's name, dragging him into this mess. Now, in his old age, he must bear such a stain on his reputation."They were father and son. Though the throne had been forced upon Hayden, the world would never believe his innocence. The public would tear him apart, and the
True enough, the Shadow Guard was focused on The Golden Tower's assistant. Seeing that the banknotes given from Willowbrook Estate's account room weren't enough, the Shadow Guard searched the shop assistant's body at the gatehouse. The shop assistant was only let go after the Shadow Guard didn't find anything.The shop assistant felt insulted but didn't dare speak up. He found it strange—The Golden Tower had been in business for many years, and many customers had outstanding debts. Usually, after collecting the debts, the master of the household would even offer refreshments.No one had ever searched a shop assistant like this before.The Shadow Guard reported this to Nicholas. He thought that since they had already searched the shop assistant and had been keeping an eye on things at The Golden Tower, it wasn't too important.After all, Chaya always found ways to make Hayden buy jewelry for her, showing she was a greedy woman.Nicholas had observed Chaya for a long time and felt
The rain was coming down in torrents.After visiting a few shops, they came upon The Golden Tower, the city's most renowned jeweler. Seeing it still open, Chaya expressed a desire to buy some jewelry. Hayden waved a hand dismissively. "Buy what you like."Inside The Golden Tower, Nathaniel spotted Hayden and quickly ushered them to a private room on the third floor. The Shadow Guard, of course, followed close behind.Hayden had been here with Chaya on several occasions. As a regular customer, he was treated well. Aside from Nathaniel, William and two attendants stood by to serve them.Delicate cakes were brought out, and Hayden invited the Shadow Guard to join them for a drink while Chaya selected her pieces.The Shadow Guard naturally didn't dare to sit down. He was there to keep an eye on Hayden, so he stood beside him. He watched Hayden chat warmly with Nathaniel, ensuring no suspicious dealings took place.Occasionally, he glanced at Chaya. Her large frame blocked the jewel
Nicholas continued speaking, as if showing off how brilliant his schemes were."I had contact with General Liam a long time ago. I knew he wouldn't be easy to handle, so I sent someone into Westhaven to infiltrate their spy network. This way, I could learn of any news from the capital. I also thought this could give me a foothold inside Westhaven. Sure enough, it brought me to General Leroy."General Leroy was almost overshadowed by his older brother, but I knew of his ambition and that he was willing to sacrifice anything. When Westhaven's previous crown prince, Arthur, went to the battlefield, it was General Leroy who spread the rumors about the generals taking bribes and killing civilians to take credit for their achievements. That's why Prince Arthur went undercover to investigate.""He went to Fawnrun City. What good did that do you?" Hayden asked."Naturally, I stepped in to persuade him and formed an alliance with him," Nicholas said with a hint of regret. "Unfortunately, Au
Nicholas walked into Hayden's courtyard, holding an umbrella. He entered the house and dismissed everyone, not even allowing Chaya to stay.Hayden had just finished his meal, and the table still had leftover food that the servants were about to clean up.Nicholas sat down, picked up Hayden's cutlery, and started eating the leftovers. He ate gracefully as usual, which disgusted and angered Hayden.He had been raised with such refinement, every move reflecting the casual demeanor expected of a prince. Unfortunately, he had a ruthless ambition and a cruel nature.Nicholas finished all the leftover food, then set down the cutlery and wiped his mouth with a handkerchief. "We shouldn't waste food. I happen to be hungry as well. Surely you won't mind, Dad?"Hayden's voice was cold. "It's fine. It was going to be fed to the dogs anyway. You may as well eat it.""You think I'm a dog, Dad? Then, what are you?" Nicholas smiled, his expression brightening. "I came to share some good news
The Astrology Department's predictions were true. This year, there was indeed more rainfall than usual.On the 18th of July, a torrential downpour began over the capital.Outside the city, Nicholas' scouts spotted a group of people braving the rain, heading toward the capital.The scouts were posing as peasants from the surrounding villages on the outskirts, and their entry into the city wouldn't raise suspicion. When they recognized the leader of the group as Clifford, one of the scouts immediately carried a basket of fruit into the city.Such common folk were often overlooked. Every day, peasants entered the city, either to sell their goods at the market or to deliver produce to the homes of the nobility.The scout made his way to Willowbrook Estate's back door. Once it opened, he quickly slipped inside.In the study, Nicholas sat stiffly, listening intently to the report."Are you certain you saw Mr. Murphy?" Nicholas asked in a calm voice, betraying no hint of excitement. No
It wasn't until that moment that Yuvan fully realized the extent of his defeat. His lips trembled, and his legs gave way as he collapsed to the ground. Panic and fear surged within him. He thought of the tragic fates of past traitors who tried to rebel, and was struck with a deep, bone-chilling coldness.He had considered the consequences of failure before, but he always thought that if he failed, he would just face death bravely. At worst, he would end his own life to avoid further suffering.But now, locked in a cold, iron-barred cell with no weapons in hand, he realized how grim things had become. The walls were strong, but he might not die right away even if he charged headfirst into them.There were guards outside the cell. If he didn't die, he might suffer even more than this.However, it wasn't the fear of torture that pierced Yuvan the most—it was his unwillingness to accept this fate.How had it come to this? Even in defeat, he should've had a group of loyal men to stan