All Chapters of Her Graceful War Song: Chapter 1241 - Chapter 1250

The group chattered away, exchanging stories of what had happened since their last meeting.Then, came the big news—a bombshell, really—that Cynthia and Bun were officially betrothed.Carissa and Violet were both stunned. They shot to their feet, staring at the couple in disbelief.Carissa, chin in hand, mused, "Well, I'll be. They really do look like a married couple now, don't they? Both with those round, cherubic faces."Violet raised an eyebrow, adding, "Now that you mention it, they do have the same features—eyes, ears, nose, mouth, all in perfect proportion. Are we sure they aren't siblings?"Cynthia blushed deeply and scoffed. "Ugh, you two are the ones who look like siblings."Violet looked between them and asked, "But seriously, when did you two catch each other's eye?"Violet was already thinking about whether she would need to prepare a wedding gift or add to Cynthia's trousseau. Well, she might end up doing both since the bride and groom were both her good friends.

And so, Sebastian, the renowned physician sought after by many, was called to the Capital Guard headquarters.After examining Gerald, he retrieved a vial of medicine and administered it to him before performing needle treatment. Within 15 minutes, Gerald stirred and began to sweat, his fever finally breaking somewhat.Sebastian stepped outside to speak with Carissa for a moment."His condition isn't great to begin with. His health is already weak, and he looks like he's gone without food or water for two days. His heart, lungs, and stomach are all in poor shape. But the biggest issue is the mental toll. That's the hardest to treat."Every minute he stays here is another minute of suffering. He has no will to live. It's better to send him back for treatment as soon as possible, or he might die here at the Capital Guard headquarters.""The problem is, how do we get him out of here?" Carissa asked, frustrated. "It's already morning. And with his condition so bad, it's risky for him t

The news, regardless of its shock value, had only one result—it completely enraged Gerald's admirers.Like Trevor, Gerald had been one of Starhaven's most respected scholars and was renowned for his wisdom. Trevor had stepped back from court politics, leaving his influence to dwindle. That was why when trouble befell the Young family, few people spoke up for them.However, Gerald was different. His son still held a powerful position in the Civil Department, and many officials, unaware of the truth, saw this as a way to win favor with the Quinton family. They clamored in court, demanding the Marquis of Glandale be held accountable for spreading rumors about Gerald.Under normal circumstances, this would have been little more than a passing storm. But that day, several officials and prominent young men had been arrested. Though Salvador tried to preserve their reputations, the common folk were relentless in their gossip. Wherever one went, there were whispers, fingers pointing in ever

Upon receiving Kylie's summons, Carissa found herself bewildered. Why was she being asked to meet Gerald? If they wanted to question her, they could have called her directly to the palace. Why go to the Quinton family's residence to see him?Gerald was gravely ill. If he wanted to scold her, she wouldn't even have the chance to retort. And if he died in front of her, no words would save her then.Violet had filled her in on Gerald's condition, gathered from the past couple of days' inquiries. He had stopped eating and drinking, and it seemed like he was on the brink of death. "Does Gerald want you there to watch him die? That old man's got some malice," Cynthia said.She was aware of the whole situation, and she had always been sharp-tongued. Knowing how Gerald had treated Carissa, Cynthia didn't hesitate to speak her mind."Don't go—just refuse the order," Bun chimed in from the side. "The queen's order isn't that serious. The king's reaction is what really matters."Violet h

A delicate curtain separated the bedroom from the inner hall. As Carissa parted the beaded curtain, the soft sound of pearls clinking together echoed in the quiet room.People said a small room helped preserve energy. For the elderly, the room shouldn't be too spacious, as it could cause the life force to scatter and harm their health.Thus, the room was modest in size, with a carved cherrywood bed positioned to the east and a low couch to the south. A small wardrobe stood nearby, though Carissa had already noticed another wardrobe in the inner hall, suggesting that this one had been specially added.She glanced around the room, noting the fine, elegant furnishings—everything was of the highest quality."Lord Gerald," Carissa called softly. When she thought about it, there was no personal grudge between them. Their paths had merely crossed at the wrong time.Gerald opened his eyes slowly, his dull, murky gaze sweeping the room. Only when he confirmed that it was just her did he si