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While Margaery was suffering in agony in the sacred hall of Inkwell Academy, Callum received a letter sent by Sigurd.
After reading it, he was overjoyed. “This is wonderful. If it succeeds, let Marcus take the blame?
Callum mused, ‘Marcus harbors resentment after being demoted to commoner status and thus commits regicide. What a perfect excuse!
“When the time comes, I’ll lead my army into the imperial city and purge the King’s side. The throne will naturally fall into my hands. At that time, I’ll have Isander and Eldric assassinated, ensuring that they die outside.
“The Southcroft Empire’s army has dispatched Dashnell, and the sixth, seventh, and eighth princes are no match for me at all. I can deal with them slowly at my leisure.
Callum had already arrived in Yanzy City.
He was currently in an inn, sitting face–to–face with the deputy general of Yanzy City, discussing matters.
Unbeknownst to Callum, at this very moment, atop the roof, Simon was sneering repeatedly.
Three days later, Margaery awoke from near–death. Gazing at the bright light streaming through the window, she felt as if she had been transported to another world.
Internal energy was flowing within her body.
The sensation was novel, as if gentle streams surged from her limbs and bones. A warm aura spread throughout her body, making her feel light.
‘How do you feel?” Dashnell asked, his voice hoarse.
Dashnell kept vigil at her bedside. He had not slept for three days and nights. His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked somewhat haggard.
Margaery turned to look at him and nodded gently. “I think if I continue training, my fighting skills will improve by leaps and bounds.”
Dashnell said nothing, reaching out to hold her in his arms.
To achieve this result, Margaery had paid a tremendous price, surviving by the skin of her teeth.
Margaery could sense his emotions. Leaning against him, she gently stroked his cheek. “This time. I don’t want to die. I want to live well, to see the world, and grow old together with you.”
Her efforts were silent and unnoticed.
Dashnell held her tightly, as if wanting to embed her into his very bones.
After washing up, Margaery stepped outside and drew her sword.
The feeling was different now.
Her body was no longer as heavy as before. She moved freely, internal energy circulating within. She felt her life dancing with the winter wind and the sun.
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“I think within a month, her strength will be close to Your Highness and in half a year theme Tante remarked as he looked at Dashnell. “Your Highness, are you not wiserett
“I only worry that she is not strong enough and might be manipulated by other Dafnell at Warper inst understanding Norman’s meaning,
All these years, each religion differed, cultivating its own path
Margaery was the only one who had fused the various religions. She was a prodigy comming the Tendon Transformation Codex and Marrow Forging Alchemy of different religions, as well as the Prajna Heart Method and the Vine Ins Sword.
Her fundamental constitution had changed.
Ordinary people practiced fighting skills
Fundamentally, Margaery followed the path of cultivation. It was not as simple as prang igining ails
Even Dashnell had never undergone marrow forging,
But Dashnell was not worried that one day her internal energy would become the greatest in the world unmatched by
anyone.
This was something he personally made possible.
Even the fusion method used today was the final plan he and Margaery discussed and decided togerie
He looked at the distant azure sky and took a deep breath. If she had the power to protect herself in her previous life. I would not have found only her remains when I returned.”
Compared to that, nothing else mattered.
He no longer cared about defending his territory or about gender roles.
The only thing he cared about was Margaery.
Norman nodded. “Your Highness’s love is unparalleled.
“In this world, everyone has spoken of love, but in the end, it is only about control, possession, wanting to turn the other into a shadow cast by oneself. How many have truly supported the other party?”
Dashnell regained his composure. “Once you have lost, you learn.”
His tone was light and gentle. “One day, people will learn to fertilize and water flowers, rather than cut them and place them
in a vase.”
He had already learned to bless.
Blessings to all those held dear in the heart. May they follow their desires and grow ever better.
Margaery’s spirit was stirred.
She did not hear what Dashnell and Norman were saying, but a rush of warmth filled her heart. She knew her own path.
She pressed forward, toward a new era for herself and Dashnell.
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She would no longer beg others for love. She would love herself, share her love with others, and protect those she wished to
protect.
In the afternoon, Margaery changed into her official robes to send off the exiled Hadley family.
To avoid suspicion, Dashnell did not appear. Quinn accompanied her.
The members of the Hadley family were confined in the prison cart.
When Dominic saw her, his eyes were bloodshot, the corners of his eyes almost tearing, his eyeballs nearly bulging out.
His eyes were filled with indignation.
The smooth rise to power he wanted, the authority he craved, the attention of the masses he sought, everything had been achieved by Margaery, whom he once trampled into the dust.
At this moment, she was radiant and dazzling, as brilliant as the sun overhead.
Yet he could only remain in the prison cart, shackled hand and foot, being exiled to Sandsteppe.
Yvette wished she could kill Margaery with her gaze.
Margaery felt nothing now. She looked at them indifferently, riding her tall steed toward the north city gate.
To the north, Solon was still waiting for her.
All around, the murmurs of the crowd could be heard.
“The wheel of fortune turns. When the Hadley family bullied the Imperial Seal Bearer, how arrogant they were! And now? They are totally disgraced.”
“Exactly, exactly. What goes around comes around. The Hadley family deserves this.”
“They’re as bad as Nathaniel and Marcus. It’s only right they ended up like this.”
Amidst the chaos, Seamus rammed his head against the prison cart and fainted.
The prison cart was filled with wails of anguish.
Once outside the north city gate, Yvette shouted at Margaery, “You will die a terrible death, a terrible death!”
“Send Aunt Yvette on her way.”
Margaery, expressionless, dropped a few biting words.
The Imperial Guards escorting the prisoners to Sandsteppe in the depths of winter bore deep hatred for the Hadley family. One of them raised his hand and struck Yvette across the face, leaving her mouth full of blood.
Yvette ground her teeth in fury, wanting to curse them, but in the end, she could not utter a single word.
Someone, with a swift motion, cut out her tongue.
This was what exile was like.
Moreover, the crimes committed by the Hadley family were connected to Nathaniel’s death. Even if they all died on the road, no one would speak on their behalf.
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