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
Rafael grinned. "This concludes my interrogation.""Is that all you've got?" Eleanor scoffed, her tone icy. "Aren't you going to ask more? Go on, keep going.""Don't worry. I won't be the one interrogating you. Someone else will take care of that. Prepare yourself. Tonight's session might last until dawn," Rafael said as he stood.Eleanor glared at him fiercely. "Do you really think I'm scared? No matter who interrogates me, I won't give you a different answer. Don't think for a moment I'm unaware of your schemes, Rafael! You'll never escape your punishment. Bring on whatever tricks you have. You're going down with me!""There are no tricks. Everything will be handled according to the law," Rafael said, striding out of the interrogation room.Once Rafael left, Matthew entered and took a seat."Eleanor, I'm not here to question you about the rebellion. We found multiple corpses and dozens of baby skeletons in the ancient well at your residence. I've already interrogated your house
Having failed to convince my mother, I went to my father. However, his response was even more severe.They thought I opposed the marriage because I hadn't spent time with Phineas. They were also convinced that since the match was already being arranged, it would be best for him to take me out and build some rapport between us.I didn't want to go, but my mother's maid forced me into the carriage. The maid was also told to watch me closely to ensure I didn't speak out of turn.Phineas looked all polished up, with shiny hair and a face like he had powdered it that morning. He initially showed me some respect, but soon enough, his true nature began to show. He made crude comments about my appearance, saying that if it weren't for my looks and the fact that I was from the Spencer family, he would never have considered marrying me.His condescending attitude made me uncomfortable. If that had been the worst of it, perhaps I would have simply let it go. But on our way back, he pinched me
Startled, I quickly turned around. Not far behind me stood a man, half-hidden in the shade of a tree. He wore a simple black outfit, his figure thin and unkempt, with dark circles beneath his eyes.It was him—the scholar from the bridge who sold paintings, the one Mr. Klein had called a hopeless case, a student who had dropped out to care for a woman."You're speaking nonsense," I exclaimed, wide-eyed, a shiver running through me at the thought of his strange words. "I've never heard of any water demons here. You're just trying to trick me."Though I had no fear of death, I was uneasy at the thought of demons, particularly if they were going to trap me beneath the mud."I'm not lying to you." Cassius stepped forward, his frail frame seeming even more fragile against the breeze. "If you look around, you'll see no one is here. Why else would such a lovely place be devoid of visitors?""That's because the people who come here are not tourists. They come to pray, and they leave once t
After a while, my cousin and her maid returned to find me. I asked the maid to hand thirty copper coins to Cassius. He smiled and thanked me kindly.I thought our meeting was just a chance encounter and I would never see him again. However, to my surprise, during Grandma's birthday celebration a month later, I saw him again.Our family was hosting a grand dinner, and Leonard Klein, a renowned scholar, had come with his apprentices. And there Cassius was, standing among them.In Ebonflow, the rules for social gatherings weren't as strict as in the capital, with women being allowed to be in the front hall during a banquet. Of course, Cassius didn't recognize me. After all, I had been wearing a veil when we first met, so he had only seen my eyes.He didn't stay long. After presenting Grandma with a beautiful painting, he quickly excused himself, saying he had business to attend to at home.Once he left, Mr. Klein spoke of him with a tone of regret, explaining, "He's a clever young man
Anyone who knew me, Liana Spencer, spoke of me with scorn. Even strangers who heard my story would spit on the ground and say I had no shame.Everyone knew that running away with a man was worse than theft or murder. It was a disgrace no family could easily bear.Many asked me the same question: Did I regret it?I never regretted marrying him, but I did carry guilt in my heart. Because of me, the Spencer family's name was dragged through the mud. My brothers, sisters, nieces, and nephews had a much harder time finding good matches because of my choices.As a daughter of the Spencer family, I lived in comfort from the moment I was born. I wore fine dresses, ate the best foods, and was showered with love. My parents doted on me, while my brothers spoiled me terribly.But there was something wrong with me.By the time I was fourteen, I still hadn't gotten my monthly courses. We consulted physician after physician, and I drank countless doses of bitter medicine, day and night. Yet, no
Snow fell softly in the dead of winter, blanketing Victory Pass in white. At that moment, the world seemed to have been made pure again.For years, I wore nothing but a tattered priest's robe. I carried a broken bowl and wandered from place to place, asking for food. I stopped only briefly at temples along the way to rest for a night or two and kneel before the statues to beg for forgiveness.I could have stayed at the first monastery I was sent to. Life there wasn't easy, but it wasn't so hard either. I had warm meals and shelter from the cold. But I knew if I stayed in comfort, I would never wash away my sins.Only by suffering, by staying on the road and bearing the cold, the hunger, the pain, could I find peace in my heart.And so, I came to Victory Pass.My sandals had long since fallen apart. Thick calluses had grown on my feet; I could walk barefoot over rocks and barely feel a thing. Even with every piece of clothing I owned layered over me, the winter cold still cut throug
It was during the Verdant Hunt that Connor fell out of favor with Dad, who scolded him harshly before we left the hunting grounds. Once we returned to the palace, Connor fell ill. Ryan and I were both terribly worried, but Mom was delighted.She held me close that evening, her smile sharper than usual. "After this, your father is sure to be tired of your brother."She told me I must work harder than ever, and to listen closely to the royal chancellor and my uncle."Study better than anyone. Earn their praise. And most importantly, outshine your brother," she said.My heart felt torn. Mom often spoke of the rewards that came with being crown prince, and I won't lie, I was tempted. However, those were all distant things.At the time, I was close to Connor, Ryan, and even our youngest brother, Cecil. We all got along so well. How could I possibly hate my older brother?Those thoughts tangled inside me, day after day. I lost focus. My studies slipped. I made mistakes during riding pra
Before I took the vows and entered the monastery, my name was Caden.From the time I was young, I often heard the same praise whispered around me: "This child is sharp beyond his years—clever, quick-witted, the finest of the three princes."I heard it so often that I came to believe it myself. At times, I even felt proud. But whenever I let that pride rise too high, Mom would bring me back to earth.She would look at me, her eyes soft but filled with something I couldn't quite name—pity, perhaps. And then, she would sigh and say, "What a pity you were born of my womb. If not, you might have risen above that foolish one. But fate favored him, not you."That "foolish one"—I knew well enough who she meant. I had heard her say it so many times in private, though never once in public.It puzzled me greatly as a child. Mom clearly disliked my eldest brother, Connor, more than anyone. Yet, whenever he came near, she would smile warmly and speak kindly. She would even flatter him, calling
Two childhood friends were now each giving their all on very different paths.Clarence had started with herbs, then medicine, and in time, healing became his entire world at Eldermere Keep. At first, it was merely something to pour his heart into, because he knew he would never be allowed to leave the mountain and open a medical hall of his own.But then Ryan came, and afterward, sent Clarence a letter.That letter changed everything.For the first time, Clarence began to hope that maybe, just maybe, he could go down the mountain after all. And once that hope took root, he threw himself into his studies with more energy than ever before. He barely slept, rarely left the apothecary, and sometimes forgot to eat.Because of the pain he had once endured, he focused his efforts on curing injuries and chronic pain. Of course, a good physician had to know more than one thing, so he studied every field without neglecting any.There was a fire inside him now. A quiet flame that had not bur
"Elise, must your mouth run on without end?" Carissa frowned at her daughter, who had been chattering away beside Ryan from the moment he stepped through the door.The little girl's face was flushed from the sun, her hair tangled into a messy nest that made it clear she had only just returned from playing outdoors. She hadn't stopped talking since Ryan came back from his travels, pestering him with questions about what he had seen and done.Elise turned to Carissa with wide eyes, looking up with a face so innocent it could soften stone. She truly had inherited the best features from both her parents."Mom, I haven't seen Ryan in such a long time. Every moment without him felt like an eternity. We've been apart for so long, so of course I have a lot to say to him."Carissa's frown deepened. "And who taught you to speak in such a ridiculous manner? An eternity—where did that come from?""Sage Isaac said it to Aunt Violet. He went back to Meadow Ridge for a few days and said it to her