Chapter 273
When Margaery looked up, she caught a glimpse of that familiar, sweet smile in her eyes.
Even when saying such things, Bell smiled gently, her tone soft as if confiding her feelings.
“Better… let it go.” Margaery felt a bit embarrassed as she came back to herself.
She had torn up the engagement at Sophia’s birthday banquet precisely to draw a clear line with Dominic.
Now, there was no need to seek him out.
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“Moreover, the Hadley family is entangled in a monstrous case. Lord Seamus can’t get out, and when he does, it will be the day of his death,” she added.
Then, Margaery sat down to eat. It was a very peculiar feeling.
Although she was indifferent to the fate of the Hadley family, their downfall still brought her a sense of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.
At this moment, however, Dominic was already locked up with Seamus. The two were tearing at each other, arguing fiercely.
‘Are you still my father or not?” Dominic stared at Seamus, his eyes swollen like salted fish, his voice hoarse and trembling. ‘You actually pinned the crime of assassinating Prince Nathaniel on me?”
‘Do you think you can escape like this?” he shouted harshly, but tears still filled his eyes and rolled down. “Truly, birds of a feather flock together. I see you and Raul are of the same ilk!”
With a smack sound, Seamus slapped him, his face ashen. “If it weren’t for you, entangled with that wretch Tessa and offending Margaery, would things have come to this point?”
Seamus’s pupils trembled, a sense of guilt and fear buried beneath his rage, instinctively shirking responsibility. “You brought the Hadley family to this state, and you still have the nerve to question me!”
Dominic sneered. “You blame me? You think I don’t know?”
His smile turned mocking as he taunted, “You wrote to the people of Frosthelm, colluded with them to murder the former queen Angelina, and the evidence was shoved right in your face, yet you still pretend in front of me!”
Seamus’s facade was torn away. Dominic looked at him, his eyes devoid of filial affection, filled only with anger and resentment. “Is there anything in your eyes besides power? You commit crimes yourself, yet you blame me!
“You and Raul are two of a kind. No wonder he married my mother to you! How could I be the son of people like you!”
Dominic recalled the insults, contemptuous looks, and beatings he had suffered on the streets these past few days.
The Wallen family was in trouble, and as Yvette’s son, he was seen as a reflection of a corrupt lineage. His backbone nearly broken by the accusations.
What he never expected was that, after Nathaniel’s death, his father would make him the scapegoat.
Seamus was so furious he nearly lost his mind, raising his hand to slap him across the face again.
But Dominic shoved him away, knocking him to the ground. Immediately after, a flurry of punches and kicks ensued.
As they exchanged blows, Dominic, in a fit of reckless abandon, spilled everything, “You colluded with Prince Marcus, don’t
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you think the schemes you plotted will be exposed to the light?
“Are you really any more virtuous than I am?!
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“You blame me for Prince Nathaniel’s death, but what about the warhorses in the west? Did I buy those warhorses too?
“If you insist on going to extremes, then let’s go to hell together!”
Outside, Warren watched the farce quietly, then reported to the King, “Your Majesty, as expected, the father and son have turned on each other.
“Dominic confessed that the Hadley family has been stockpiling warhorses in the west, and there are likely other secrets hidden as well.”
The King sat on the throne, looked up at him calmly, and said, “Have Prince Eldric send men to investigate the stables. Follow this lead and uncover the troops they’ve been hiding.”
Stockpiling warhorses was useless. Only with soldiers did the warhorses become valuable.
Meanwhile, raising troops required money and provisions. This suggested that the Ministry of Works was not clean either, since both the funds and the grain had to come from somewhere.
The King took a slow, deep breath, composed himself, and prepared to attend the morning court.
While Warren went to find Eldric, someone else delivered the news to Dashnell’s residence.
Dashnell received the news on his way to the palace, instinctively glancing in the direction of Eldric’s residence, sighing. “Under Father’s chain of schemes, I wonder how much longer my royal brothers can hold out.”
“Your Highness, what do you mean by that?” Leandro was somewhat confused.
In his view, Marcus was guilty, Callum had gone after the Southcroft Empire’s spies, and Isander was investigating Raul’s tax silver case.
As for the warhorses in the west, only Eldric could handle that matter.
But Dashnell did not see it that way. “Behind the warhorses, there are channels for trading warhorses, and there must be connections with Emberfall, Western Pack, and the Western Regions. Who wouldn’t want such channels?
“Moreover, having only warhorses is meaningless. It implies there are also soldiers, weapons, provisions, and wealth behind
them.
“Who wouldn’t want these as well? This is an opportunity given by Father, but in reality, it is also a test.
“If Prince Eldric can’t restrain himself, then the things that sent the Lord of Warfare and Prince Marcus to their doom today will send him on the same path tomorrow.”
Leandro broke out in a cold sweat. “Life in the martial world is still better.”
The struggle in the imperial court was a hidden storm of blood and intrigue. Covert attacks were hard to guard against and
test human nature even more.
Meanwhile, the martial world was much simpler.
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Dashnell said. “Russell should be back today. Have him go see Father Emperor and plead for forgiveness.”
“I will arrange it immediately.” Leandro vanished in an instant.
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When Russell returned, Margaery was practicing swordsmanship.
Her movements were not particularly standard, but she was clearly progressing quickly. She already showed a faint sense of presence. With the addition of internal energy, becoming a master would only be a matter of time.
Russell, travel–worn, stood under the eaves watching her. He felt an indescribable sadness and wanted to speak, but after opening his mouth several times, he lost the courage.
In the end, he could only turn and leave.
Perhaps, this was the last time he would see her. Perhaps, she never wanted to see him again.
Russell, lost and dejected, walked toward the Wallen family residence.
Margaery sensed that he had come, but she did not want to look back, nor did she wish to get entangled.
So, only after Russell left did she stop. “He’s gone?”
“He’s gone.” Among the four guards, Bell was the most talkative.
If one hadn’t seen her in action, they might think, judging by her cheerful and sweet appearance, that she was easy to bully. But once she spoke, she would inevitably reveal thoughts quite different from ordinary people. “I actually think you could keep him around, have him spar with you every day, and carve dozens of cuts into him each day.
“Let’s see how long he can keep up this act of deep affection.”
Margaery’s lips twitched. “There’s no need for us to get involved.”
It would only dirty her hands for no reason.
“That’s true” Bell laughed. “You are a disciple of the Chapel of Wisdom, after all.”
Margaery glanced at her, feeling a sense of familiarity.
How to put it, Bell was someone she had bought, but she didn’t have the temperament of a servant. So, when they chatted, it felt like talking to a friend. It was very comfortable.
Just then, Phillipa arrived. ‘Grandfather is much better now. Margaery, you are truly amazing How should I thank you?”
She brought many things, instructing the guards to carry two large chests. ‘My mother specifically told me to prepare these New Year’s gifts for you; clothes, jewelry, and other things commonly used by young women.
“She was absolutely delighted and said that if you weren’t the Star of Fortune, she would immediately send someone to propose marriage and have you become my sister–in–law.”
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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.
