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“I will handle the matter concerning General Torres. You need not worry.” Cillian looked at her. “If your scheme to divide the Southcroft Empire succeeds and a major war is averted, I will reward you.”
“Thank you, Your Majesty!” Margaery thanked him and left the palace together with Dashnell.
“Your uncle and cousins are still alive. They have already arrived in Sinderin City, and I have arranged for them to stay at a villa. Would you like to go see them?” Dashnell looked at her. “If you wish, we can go. But if you do not wish to, then forget
it.”
“I do.” Margaery nodded. “Thank you for helping me find them.”
Dashnell truly treated her very well. So many years had passed. She never saw her mother as a child. But at that moment, upon learning that her uncle, who grew up with her mother, and his children were still alive, Margaery couldn’t help but feel moved.
“Very well, let us go now.” Dashnell nodded and instructed someone to turn the carriage around.
After one hour, Margaery arrived at the estate and met a man in his forties, along with two individuals just slightly older than herself. The three appeared travel–worn, and the man in particular looked extremely haggard.
Upon seeing Margaery, his eyes reddened, “So many years have passed, and Wrenna’s daughter has grown so much.”
He sighed again. “Poor child, to have encountered such a family. You and your mother have truly suffered.”
After chatting for a while, Margaery learned that this ‘uncle‘ was not her grandfather’s biological son, but rather the son and grandson of her grandfather’s elder brother. Back then, they were implicated, and all were exiled to the northern desert.
Her grandfather has already passed away. At that moment, there was no one else close to her mother, as her grandmother also had died of illness in the northern desert.
Margaery felt sorrow in her heart, “You were dragged into this as well, and I am truly sorry.”
This matter has nothing to do with you. Her cousin was understanding, “At that time, you hadn’t even been born. If our aunt’s spirit watches over, seeing you break free from your shackles and climb out of the mire, she would surely be comforted.”
Her other cousin also added, “Indeed, if blame must be placed, blame the wicked for being twisted. How can one fault the good for being too naive? Back then, in Clearbrook, who didn’t speak well of our aunt? Yet in the end, she was harmed so terribly. How could we have foreseen that we would be implicated?
But in any case, it is all in the past. The Wallen family has been destroyed, and Andrew died on the road, which can be considered retribution.
Margaery was surprised at these words, “You encountered him?”
Yes, we all met him on our way back. Perhaps he still thought himself above others, having come from the Chancellor’s estate, and offended those escorting him. He was dragged behind a horse and jolted to death, his legs broken by the force of the fall, dying in extreme misery.
Margaery felt a complex mix of emotions upon hearing this. Indeed, karma comes full circle. On the frozen lake, Andrew mistook the Shadow Doctor for her and cut off Keaton Wolfe’s legs. Yet unexpectedly, on his way to the northern desert, his own legs were broken.
Moreover, Andrew held Grace’s token, yet still died on the road to exile. She couldn’t imagine how much suffering her
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grandfather’s family had to endure on their journey into exile back then.
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Margaery was filled with guilt and finally said, “The Wallen family owes you all, and I will repay you one by one in the future. In the end, it was I who was implicated by my mother and suffered this undeserved disaster.”
Do not take on responsibilities that do not belong to you. As the saying goes, every injustice has its perpetrator. How could we blame you? Now that we know you are rising swiftly in the court, we are all feeling at peace.
Dashnell nodded and said. “If you need anything in Sinderin City in the future, just tell me directly.”
Thank you, Prince Dashnell.
The three members of the Schneider family were very grateful. In fact, they had just returned from hard labor in the northern desert and truly had many matters that required help from acquaintances.
At the very least, they needed a place for the three of them to live, since their home in Clearbrook had long been confiscated. In addition, both children were much older than Margaery and needed arrangements for their marriages.
All the others had died. With so many matters at hand, the three of them genuinely found it difficult to manage, mainly because they were unfamiliar with the area. Hence, Margaery left a maid to help take care of them, allowing them to settle temporarily at a separate estate. The following days were calm and uneventful.
The news sent out by Dashnell finally broke out in Frosthelm’s capital on the tenth day. At that time, Tessa had just changed her appearance and was planning to find an opportunity to meet with Lady Erica before heading to the Eastvale Empire. But the sudden news from outside disrupted everyone’s plans.
Joshua, is what you said true? Has Isander’s faction controlled Lady Erica’s daughter all these years, using her as a pawn?
She sat in the bar, looking at the gossiping men at the next table, her voice trembling slightly. She was dressed in men’s clothing that day, appearing as a refined young gentleman.
The burly man sighed upon hearing this, “How could that be false? When Lady Erica gave birth to the imperial heir, it should have been a joyous occasion. But not long after, the child was gone, and Lady Erica cried herself out. If she hadn’t encountered Mr. Will passing through, she probably wouldn’t have survived to this day.”
You young people don’t know, but back then, we all heard about it.
No one expected that Isander’s faction orchestrated all of this. Truly heartless!
Tessa listened to the conversation, her whole body chilled. “So the woman who died at Raul’s hands in the Eastvale Empire was really just a pawn?”
It’s said that she was a spy planted in the Eastvale Empire by Isander, meant to collude with traitors within the empire. That woman was originally a brothel girl, whose womb was injured from childhood, making her incapable of bearing children.
Tessa was silent. That woman was not her mother. Yet she had fought with all her strength for that woman, living the past twenty–six years solely for revenge. At that moment, she had even altered her appearance to return and take revenge.
Thinking of the disgusting parasite inside her body, she felt nauseated and turned toward the imperial palace. First, she would go to the Royal Medical Hall because she was currently Lyonel’s disciple. Lyonel used to be Samuel’s disciple. However, due to his corrupt intentions, he was expelled from the sect.
Unexpectedly, Samuel had once saved Lady Erica, yet as Lady Erica’s daughter, she was manipulated by Lyonel in collusion with Isander. Thinking of this, a surge of hatred brewed in Tessa’s chest.
Why have you come? Lyonel, unaware of the rumors outside, looked at her with some displeasure. “Didn’t you say last night that you were leaving?”
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I suddenly remembered some things and wanted to talk with you, Master Landon. Tessa smiled and stepped forward to Lyonel. He thought she was about to speak, but before she could, a sharp pain struck his chest.
I’ve come to send you on your way. Tessa plunged a dagger into his chest, then squinted her eyes and smiled, saying, “Once you’re dead, I’ll take good care of your worm. Thank you for helping me change my appearance.”
Lyonel’s eyes widened, and he collapsed to the ground, unwilling to accept his fate. Until his death, he never understood why Tessa suddenly wanted to kill him.
After finishing all this, Tessa threw him into the secret chamber in his room, locked the stone door, cleaned up the scene, disguised herself as Lyonel, changed into his clothes, and went to find Lady Erica.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
