A woman shouldn't strike her husband, especially not in the face. Such behavior was unacceptable in a prestigious household like the Warren family, no matter their current status, and even ordinary people wouldn't resort to that. In moments of anger, it was more acceptable to hit someone's shoulder or arm. After all, a woman's fists didn't pack much power. A slap to the face stripped a man of his dignity.There were servants outside. How could Barrett retain his dignity in the estate at this rate? Especially now that he had been promoted to the commander of the Crown Guard. That slap had knocked out whatever little joy remained in his heart.Viola bit her lip, tears welling in her eyes. Deep down, she knew she had crossed a line, but pride held her back from apologizing."Forget it. Just leave," Barrett said, suppressing his anger.He didn't want to argue anymore. He had suffered enough from their discord, and it drained him.After hitting him, Viola felt a twinge of guilt. Ho
Evelyn was no fool. She understood her daughter's character well. However, seeing Viola come home in tears, heavily pregnant, tugged at her heartstrings. After all, Viola hadn't caused any trouble recently, and the past was behind them. What mother could truly hold a grudge against her own child?So, when she heard Viola mention that Barrett was neglecting her, even being indifferent to her returning to her family during her pregnancy, Evelyn decided to send someone to call Zoey. She wanted to see how to help mend Viola and Barrett's relationship.By the time Zoey arrived, Luna was already seated in Evelyn's room."You're here, Zoey!" Luna stood up, secretly relieved.If Zoey was any later, she would have to find a way to escape.Zoey nodded in acknowledgment. "Hello, Mother.""You arrived just in time," Evelyn said, her expression serious as she sat in her seat.Next to her was Viola, whose tears had yet to dry. Given her pregnancy, she could only choke out a greeting to her
Upon hearing what had happened, Evelyn was so furious she nearly had a heart attack. She pointed an accusing finger at Viola and scolded, "This is utterly ridiculous! How is Barrett's promotion not a good thing? Why do you have to say such depressing things and keep bringing up Lady Carissa? Does she appreciate being mentioned by you? "Since when did I ever teach you to slap your husband in the face? And how dare you come back to your mother's house crying! I thought you were just having a little spat, but it turns out you're the one causing the trouble! He's been injured so seriously, and instead of taking care of him properly, you slapped him over a few harsh words. You truly never learn, do you? You're going to give me a heart attack!"Viola lowered her head, still feeling wronged but too afraid to argue. She could only choke out, "Mom, Zoey, it's not that I want to fight with him. I've gone through so much to carry his child, and yet he still thinks of Ca—his former wife. Who cou
Carissa was unaware that Viola had returned to Silverstone Estate. She had come to discuss some matters with Zoey, and had chosen to come in the evening because she still had cases to handle during the day.Moreover, the Earl of Silverstone's family had no close ties with Eleanor, so there was no need for formal visits. If she came during the day, she would have to bring the Capital Guard, just like she would to other estates. Otherwise, it would seem like preferential treatment.Seeing Carissa dressed in women's attire rather than her official uniform, Zoey felt a slight sense of relief. She greeted, "Hello, Your Grace, Ms. Spencer. It's good to see you!""Good day, Mrs. Prince." Violet had a special fondness for Zoey, so she followed Carissa despite feeling tired from the day's events."Please come in and take a seat," Zoey said with a smile, instructing the servants to bring refreshments.Once they were seated, Zoey asked, "Your Grace, if you have something to discuss, you co
Zoey tightened her grip on the armrests of her chair, a frown knitting her brow. Her expression grew complex, reflecting the weight of the revelation.No one knew a husband better than his own wife.Oliver had gone to the Southern Frontier with two concubines, and upon arrival, he had taken two more. Though they hadn't been formally recognized yet, it was only a matter of time before he granted them status since he had taken them in.Zoey was strict in managing the household and the concubines respected her, which was why there had never been any scandals in the Earl of Silverstone's family. Zoey could almost guarantee that if Celeste managed to get close to Oliver, she wouldn't even need to try to win him over. Just showing her beautiful courtesan face would be enough to capture his heart.Violet watched Zoey, sensing that she understood just how difficult it would be for Oliver to resist Celeste's allure.It was a sad situation. Zoey was a wonderful woman, but she hadn't met a g
Jane quickly stepped forward and assisted Poppy in helping Viola. "The physician said it's best for you not to move around too much, Madam Viola. You should head back and rest. Madam Zoey can see the princess consort off. You don't need to."At the mention of "the princess consort", Viola's rationality snapped back into place. She realized her moment of anger had led her to act impulsively. If her sister-in-law was going to talk about Viola's issues, why would she invite Carissa over? Most likely, Carissa was there to discuss the conspiracy involving Eleanor.Feeling extremely awkward and a bit anxious, Viola gave a hasty curtsey to Carissa before leaving.Carissa and Violet exchanged glances. What had gotten into Viola this time?As Zoey escorted them out, Violet asked, "What's Viola doing here at this late hour? Is she back here to stay? Did she have a falling out with her in-laws?"It wasn't that Violet was particularly curious. It was just that Viola always caused a stir w
After a few days, everyone who needed to be interrogated at Harmony Palace had been interrogated. Rafael felt it was time to question Eleanor.Carissa was heading to Ironridge Estate to see Jessica today, while Rafael would be interrogating Eleanor. It was a coordinated effort from both sides.Eleanor had been locked in the dungeon for about five days. At first, she pretended to have lost her mind. When she realized that tactic wasn't working, she stopped resisting, seemingly resigned to whatever fate awaited her.At least, that was how it appeared on the surface.In the interrogation room, the aunt and nephew sat across from each other. Eleanor still wore the plain clothing from the Emberfest Festival night, but after days in the dungeon, her garments were wrinkled and her hair was disheveled. She looked drained, with dark circles under her eyes. In just a few days, she had lost a significant amount of weight, making her skin sag and giving her an aged appearance, as if she had
Eleanor tilted her head, her laughter fading as she spoke earnestly. "It has always been Jacob who contacts me, remember? You said you couldn't show your face, and couldn't let anyone have leverage over you. So, after you first mentioned your plans to rebel, Jacob took care of everything."If you bring him here and interrogate him rigorously, the truth will come out, won't it? Oh, and later, when you returned from the battlefield, the one responsible for contacting me, besides Jacob, was Carissa. Wasn't she the one who had those martial artists deliver the weapons? Just bring her in and torture her—she'll confess too."As she spoke, a slow smile crept across her face. "But if you don't torture them, you can't use torture on me either. That would be treating us differently. Besides, since I'm pointing to you as the mastermind, you can't be in charge of this case. Get someone else."Rafael replied, "You don't need to worry about that. The king will decide after reviewing your test
The position Faelan took at the table represented Nerathia's stance in the negotiations.They were neutral!Carissa couldn't help but marvel once more at the power of a strong kingdom.The initial stages of the talks were tedious, with the same points being repeated over and over. The translators were busy, their voices echoing with historical debates. This was inevitable, as conceding too early would only lead to further compromises.As such, the first round of negotiations yielded no agreement. It was simply a test of boundaries.The second round began the following day. Again, they emphasized the same points.But after the second repetition, Faelan spoke up, saying, "There is no point in prolonging this. The dispute over the border has lasted for decades. It will not be resolved in a day. Let us set the border issue aside for now. What I wish to know is whether both sides are committed to establishing peace and mutual non-aggression between your kingdoms."The answer was unan
Carissa noticed that the nobles and officials of Orivenia seemed unaware of Nerathia's intention to intervene in the negotiations.Their faces betrayed confusion, but after a moment, they revealed expressions of joy and confidence. It seemed they also believed that Nerathia's involvement would provide Orivenia with solid backing.Seeing this, Carissa felt a slight sense of reassurance. If that were really the case, Lisandra would have informed them beforehand. Or at least, she would have let the negotiating officials know.But why hadn't she?It seemed there was only one explanation. Lisandra was also hoping for mutual concessions. Few at court supported her, so she had brought in Faelan from Nerathia—someone whom everyone would trust.This made sense of the conversation from the previous night, when Lisandra had invited Carissa and Violet to the palace. The remarks about unmet wishes were clear now. The example of the women taking part in the civil service examinations was just t
In banquets like these, no one truly ate with much enthusiasm. Most dishes were merely tasted before being set aside, barely touched before servants whisked them away.But the Nerathians were different. They treated every dish with genuine respect, cleaning their plates entirely, no matter what was served. Their wine glasses, once filled, were immediately emptied again. The palace servants attending to them must have been exhausted, constantly refilling their glasses and replacing empty plates.Violet recalled their meal at Spring Pavilion. Just like tonight, not a single scrap had been left behind. She wanted to say something to Carissa, but the only sound in the hall was the clinking of cutlery and the quiet shifting of plates. Speaking now would be too conspicuous.Still, one glance between them was enough.Violet's thought was clear—the Nerathians' presence at this banquet must be tied to the negotiations. Carissa agreed.However, their exact role remained uncertain. Were they
The banquet began in the late afternoon, with Liam personally escorting the Starhaven delegation to the palace again.As they had suspected, the coronation ceremony had already been held. This evening's gathering was mainly focused on the border negotiations. Upon entering, Carissa and Violet noticed that there were no other foreign emissaries present—only royals, nobles, and officials from various departments.While they showed no hostility toward the Starhaven delegation, they weren't particularly welcoming either. Since a translator was needed for communication, conversations remained minimal, limited to simple greetings.Just as they were settling in, Lisandra turned to the Starhaven delegation and remarked, "Today, we have guests from Nerathia joining us as well. They should be arriving shortly. I believe you will find that you have much in common."Davis' eyes brightened immediately. "Guests from Nerathia? Who might they be?"His excitement was understandable.The weapons t
Lisandra continued, "The irony is, when I was a grand princess, I could call for women to join the ranks of government without hesitation. Now that I am the queen, I must move slowly, cautiously, balancing all the factions, weakening their hostility and wariness toward me. There are so many things to consider and so many forces at play. At times, I grow impatient, and I wish I could simply rid myself of those who oppose me."Carissa thought for a moment before replying, "In truth, whether one is a king or an official, man or woman, I believe their goal is the same, Your Majesty. It's to ensure the long-term stability of the kingdom and the peace and prosperity of the people. "When the nation prospers and war is no longer a threat, any reforms you wish to make will face less resistance. But for now, you must first secure your position, Your Majesty."Her meaning was subtle, but Lisandra understood clearly. The kingdom was still in turmoil, with various factions causing obstacles. Si
The royal palace of Orivenia stood resplendent and imposing, its golden architecture gleaming under the night sky, exuding an air of solemn grandeur.Upon passing through the first palace gate, the carriage rolled smoothly along the wide palace path, its spaciousness a stark contrast to the more cramped streets outside. However, what stood out the most was the abundance of lamps. It seemed as if oil was no object, for the palace grounds were lit up as though the night itself had been banished. As they got out of the carriage and walked along the winding corridor, the large trees ahead were hung with many lamps. Anyone trying to hide in the trees wouldn't stand a chance; they would be seen immediately.Liam led the way. As they approached a grand palace hall, two female attendants stepped forward. They exchanged a few words with Liam in the Westic before smiling and nodding to Carissa and Violet."Ladies, Her Majesty invites you to enter the palace," Liam said with a polite gesture
By the time they reached the capital of Orivenia, it was the 13th of August. A full month had passed since they left Starhaven.The afternoon sun shone brightly, and Kendrick lay back in the carriage as they entered the city.Since entering Orivenia's borders, they had endured seven assassination attempts. The last one had been particularly brutal, likely involving suicide soldiers. Many of the Mystic Army were injured, and even Violet had been grazed on the shoulder. Thankfully, it hadn't struck anything vital.Kendrick's fear was understandable. The attack had come when he was emerging from the washroom. The assassin's sword had pierced his chest, nearly plunging in completely. It was Carissa who noticed in time and swiftly turned, driving her spear into the assassin's chest before dragging him back with the hooked tip of her dagger, saving Kendrick's life.Though the injuries were minor, Kendrick reacted as if he had been mortally wounded. He howled in agony for half the night b
Kendrick had been shaken by the attack, and the royal physician had already been called to prepare a sedative to calm his nerves.When Carissa visited him, it was a pitiful sight. His face was as pale as paper, drained of all color. His lips trembled, and he shakily asked if the assassins were gone.She reassured him, saying they had gone, and only then did his trembling subside slightly.The people around him had already informed him that the assassins were driven off, but he hadn't believed them. He needed to hear it from Carissa to feel any sense of security.Carissa reminded him to rest and recuperate before she left.Meanwhile, Davis was busy comforting the others. As the Defense Minister, he had seen his fair share of chaos and remained calm. Also, he trusted Carissa and the Mystic Army. He didn't think there was much to fear—at worst, they had just risked losing a head.It was Meadow Ridge's members who gathered together, speculating that the black-clad figures they had en
At the break of dawn, the large procession set out for Orivenia.Carissa didn't feel much regret in leaving. After all, they would pass through Victory Pass on the way back, and she would have the chance to meet with her grandfather and his family again.Once they had left Victory Pass, the road grew rougher. Many sections were full of deep potholes or had been intentionally damaged, making it difficult for the carriages to move forward.However, Kendrick was determined not to ride a horse again. Even after days of rest, his legs were still sore from the relentless friction of the saddle. Walking was manageable, but sitting on horseback? That was pure agony.So, despite having earned his merit at Victory Pass for establishing an orphanage there, Kendrick insisted on traveling by carriage. When the wheels got stuck or the path became too treacherous, the Mystic Army soldiers dismounted and pushed the carriage forward, inching their way through the difficult terrain.Fortunately,