Seamus nearly fainted, collapsing to the ground.
He truly hated those death warriors now for having a brain of donkey. It wasn’t right for them to do such things and kept it from their master.
Suddenly, he thought of the death warriors in the dungeon and hurriedly said, “Your Majesty, there is something suspicious here. Dominic may also have been deceived. Someone else wanted to kill Prince Nathaniel and framed Dominic?
“Where is the evidence?” The King was sparing with words, his expression remaining impassive.
“There is… there is evidence,” Seamus said in a panic, “That living death warrior is the evidence. When I went in to find him, I didn’t even have time to speak before he started shouting, claiming I wanted to silence him.
“He was clearly trying to frame me on purpose!”
Seamus wailed, “Also, when I entered the dungeon, I found a jailer acting abnormally. The person behind him must be the true master of that death warrior.”
“I beg Your Majesty to investigate thoroughly!” As he spoke, his forehead pressed once more against the cold floor.
“Your Majesty.” Warren stepped forward and whispered in the King’s ear, “That person…”
The King gently raised his hand, stopping him.
Warren immediately understood: the truth itself was not important.
What mattered was that, at the right moment, the right person should die. There was no need for all the evidence to align.
The downfall of the Minister’s estate was due to another message the King received three days ago, not because of Nathaniel’s death.
But that matter did not need to be revealed.
In short, no matter how the crime was carried out, the extermination of nine clans was due. There was no need to be particular.
Seamus did not know that another matter in his hands had already been exposed.
He was still hoping the Inquisition Court would uncover the truth, but the King made the final decision. “Since you’re here, you need not leave. I have something to show you.”
With that, he signaled Warren to show Seamus the sheet of paper beneath the memorial.
After reading it, Seamus was shaken to his core, unable to utter half a word. Even his breathing became erratic.
“Take Seamus to the secret prison.“The King gave the order lightly
“Lord Seamus, this way.” Warren stepped forward, his tone almost courteous.
But Seamus could not get up. He tried to crawl several times, but each time his limbs failed him, causing him to fall to the ground.
“Someone, help Lord Seamus!” Warren called for the Imperial Guards outside the door.
Then, two guards stepped forward and took Seamus away.
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Snow and wind swept across the night sky. Seamus gazed at the hazy night, his seemed to witness a scene from many years ago.
vision gradually blurring.
In a trance.
lie
Back then, the King was still a prince.
There were two consorts in the residence: one was now Alicia, the other was Angelina, the daughter of the Seacrest Guild whom the King himself loved.
The King’s love for Angelina was like a wildfire sweeping the plains, like the long waves of the deep sea. It was a collision of souls, uncontrollable.
With Angelina present, Alicia could never become queen.
For the position of queen, Seamus wrote to the King of Frosthelm, asking him to send someone to kill Angelina, tinis paving the way for Alicia.
Unexpectedly, Angelina was killed by Frosthelm’s assassins, yet the King did not appoint a queen for more than twenty
years.
To this day, the queen’s position remains vacant.
This matter happened so long ago. So long ago that Seamus nearly forgot about it.
Yet the letter he wrote in his own hand all those years ago appeared tonight, unfolded from beneath the King’s memorial, placed before him.
There was no escape from a capital crime. The extermination of nine clans was already decided.
If there was any uncertainty before, at this moment Seamus understood deeply. Tonight, the person Quinn awaited in the prison was him, and the King wanted him dead, but did not wish to stain the late Queen.
Thus, the charges were shifted.
The grave crime of assassinating Nathaniel, even if not committed by Marcus and the Hadley family, would inevitably fall upon them.
Moreover, among those who acted, there must be Marcus’s guards.
It was over. On the way to the secret prison, Seamus suddenly stumbled, his head hitting the ground.
Then, he spat blood and lost consciousness.
*****
The night wind swept across the locked–down Sinderin City, causing the windows of Dashnell’s residence to emit a mournful sound.
The light in his study had not yet been extinguished.
Since the cabinet had just been established and the imperial examination was about to begin, there were still many matters requiring his attention.
Footsteps sounded outside the door, and Leandro walked in. “Your Highness, Lord Seamus has gone to the imperial prison and already entered the palace. Do your subordinates need to do anything?”
The death of Seamus, in addition to his collusion with foreign powers and the assassination of the late Angelina, held another significance for Dashnell.
The Hadley family had gone too far and harmed Margaery.
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“Nothing needs to be done. He will not come out. Just wait for the Hadley family to be extermissied
the ninth clan, he
said.
Dashnell looked at the document in his hand without raising his head. “Send someone to investigate whether there are any survivors in Margaery’s maternal grandfather’s family. If there are, try to rescue them.”
Three days ago, the news from Stormshade Hall concerned Angelina and Wrenna.
The truth behind Angelina’s death was delivered to the King by the third–in–command of Stormshade Hall.
Wrenna’s family was exiled to the northern frontier, but since Bertha, who was exiled with them, returned alive to week revenge, it was possible that Wrenna’s family was also still alive.
Dashnell wished to be with Margaery for a lifetime, forever and always.
He was not without possessiveness.
But he also knew that to truly love someone was to let her receive all the love she deserved, to have more and more people love her, rather than confining her by his side with no one else to rely on.
The Carey family alone was not enough.
If one day he ascended the throne as emperor, he should be supported by all the people.
Then his queen, Angelina, would also need everyone’s love and support, to be the focus of all attention.
Leandro accepted the order and left.
Then, Dashnell turned around, poured himself a cup of tea to rest briefly, and listened calmly to the howling wind outside.
He inherited all the virtues of the Warrior King.
Even separated by two miles, with the Warrior King in the palace and himself in the prince’s residence, he still felt as if his father were right before him, as though there was a faint spiritual resonance connecting them.
He was proud to have such a father.
But for some matters, he would not personally intervene. Acting too hastily would lead to mistakes, and mistakes could be fatal.
When a person died, nothing remained. For example, Nathaniel.
He took a slow, deep breath, brought out the “Prajna Heart Sutra“, and then the “Nine Sovereign Sword Manual” he had copied from Craig, attempting to merge the two and see if he could quickly cultivate a master.
Perhaps, the secret to being invincible lied in combining gentleness with strength.
The day after tomorrow, he would give Margaery a gift that could protect her for a lifetime.
*****
It was as if there was a telepathic connection, Margaery dreamed of Dashnell.
He stood in the moonlight, smiling, and reached out his hand to her. “Come, I’ll take you to see the sunrise.”
Margaery’s heart pounded like a drum as she took his hand.
She followed him up to the mountain peak, where she saw a sea of clouds spread across the sky like silk, and a sun soared
into the heavens. A thousand splendid colors bursting into her eyes and her heart in an instant.
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Before dawn, she got up to practice swordsmanship.
In fact, she was also considering using the “Prajna Heart Method” as a foundation for her body, and then practicing the “Nine Sovereign Sword” on top of it. Perhaps this would be more powerful and faster than training them separately.
The death of Nathaniel had no effect on her. However, Dashnell and Nathaniel were brothers, and now with Nathaniel’s funeral imminent, he would have to attend.
Most likely, the time Dashnell could spend here today was limited.
Soon, Bell brought breakfast and new information. “Lord Seamus went to the palace and hasn’t returned, and Dominic was taken away by Lord Thornton.”
She looked at Margaery with a strange expression. “I heard he was your former fiancé? Do you want to strike while he’s down?”
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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.
