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Margaery nodded, turned to the desk, and swiftly penned a letter. “Since you’re heading out of the city, please take this to my master on your way. Whether Prince Callum prevails will hinge on who controls the Yanzy City army.”
She handed the letter to Wilbur.
“I knew I had to come to you!” Wilbur said.
He was delighted, took the letter, and reached out to rub Margaery’s head. “When I return, I’ll treat you to a meal and drinks. Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you!”
“I’m heading out now!” he said.
Margaery hesitated.
Her hairpin was crooked from the rubbing.
But the warmth of the man’s large hand, that solid feeling, was comforting.
“It seems this New Year will be hard to get through,” Evelyn said.
She watched her son rush out and sighed, “I hope everything goes smoothly today.”
“Marc, go check the people helping in the residence and see if there’s anything unusual,” Nathan ordered.
His expression was also grave. “Also, check everything that comes in through the entrance. Nothing must go wrong.”
Almost everyone from the morning court session was here today.
If there was a problem with food or drink, everyone would be caught in one sweep.
Although Margaery hadn’t yet formally entered the household, with a crisis of this scale unfolding, propriety was the last thing on her mind.
She asked Nathan, ‘Father, may I go with Marc to handle this? Some poisons won’t show on a silver needle.”
Then we must trouble you.
Nathan nodded, not daring to stand in her way.
After all, the stakes were too high.
‘Let’s go!”
Marc glanced at Margaery, and the two hurried out.
They started by investigating household servants and screened every newcomer who had been brought in to help, leaving no room for uncertainty.
“Newcomers should follow the original household staff. You are unfamiliar with this place, do not act alone. Today, there are many distinguished guests in the house; if you cause trouble, there is only one outcome: death Handle yourselves accordingly, they demanded.
Marc gathered everyone in the courtyard for a briefing.
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Margaery stood at the front, observing their expressions. “Everyone, raise your heads.”
Everyone raised their heads.
Only one person behaved strangely.
He first raised his head, then instinctively lowered it, and then quickly raised it again, standing up straight.
What is your name?”
Margaery stepped forward, scrutinizing him as she asked.
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The man became nervous, but kept his back straight, only not daring to meet her eyes, his eyeballs rolling upward. “I am Jude Cobb!”
What did you do before?” Margaery pressed.
I…worked as a kitchen helper at Pero Cela! I came today specifically to cook for distinguished guests!”
Margaery’s gaze turned strange upon hearing this.
When she heard the words “Pero Cela,” her heart grew heavier.
Pero Cela is Bernard’s domain. If this person tampered with something today and it leads back to Bernard… she thought.
Lord Randal is the sworn brother of the King, and also has a fief in the south, with troops under his command,’ she added in her mind.
Morales’s estate would never align itself with Prince Callum.
Therefore, Prince Callum is trying to kill two birds with one stone!‘ she mused.
He can keep dreaming!‘ she concluded inwardly.
Margaery’s pupils contracted slightly as she said, “So, last time at Pero Cela, were you involved in adding ingredients to the incense given to me?”
She knew this matter had nothing to do with this person.
However, at this moment, she wanted to stir up trouble and test the waters, so she pressed the dagger directly against the man’s neck, sneering, “Do you know what day it is today?”
“It’s the recognition banquet for me, and you still dare to come!” she pressed.
The dagger pressed harder, and blood began to seep out!
“No, no, no, that matter has nothing to do with me, it really has nothing to do with me, Princess Glowsend, please don’t be impulsive… the man begged.
What he said was not important.
Margaery only paid attention to his eyes.
He glanced in another direction out of the corner of his eye as he spoke.
Margaery followed his gaze and suddenly met the eyes of a middle–aged man.
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The middle–aged man was stunned at first, then calmly smiled, “Your Grace.”
His calmness was excessive.
Yet, a trace of gloom was hidden in his eyes, so his smile was not clear.
Margaery sneered inwardly, released the young man, and walked slowly to the middle–aged man, “And what are you supposed to be?”
You–The man widened his eyes, as if he hadn’t expected Margaery to act this way.
Behind her, Marc was also somewhat surprised.
He had never seen Margaery like this before.
She used to be gentle and courteous, but today she displayed arrogance and recklessness, as if she did not regard anyone.
The middle–aged man, though shocked, chose to swallow his anger, saying, “I have offended Your Grace. I beg for your orgiveness.”
Margaery noticed his clenched fist.
Are you also from Pero Cela?” she asked.
she lifted his chin with the dagger, “I hate Pero Cela the most. Any random stray dares to come to my home?”
The middle–aged man was left speechless.
At this moment, a woman stepped forward to mediate, “Please, Your Grace, calm your anger. The servants are ignorant and ude, having offended you. I offer my apologies on their behalf!”
As she spoke, she bowed her head.
Raise your head!” Margaery ordered.
She looked at the woman and remembered who she was.
She was the singer from Pero Cela!
Why did you come today?” Margaery asked.
She looked at her, “Are you also here to help in the kitchen?”
The cold touch of the dagger slid across her cheek, and the woman’s face turned deathly pale as she stammered, “N–no, I’m not, I came to play and sing…
Are all the people from Pero Cela here with you?” Margaery pressed.
She narrowed her eyes, the corners of her mouth lifting into a malicious smile. “If you dare say a single wrong word, I’ll slice your face, cut by cut, until it’s a sieve!”
The woman’s face instantly turned pale in terror.
“It was I who brought the people from Pero Cela, thirteen in total. Please, Your Grace, spare me, spare nel
“Which thirteen? All of you, come out!” Margaery demanded.
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She released the woman and swept her gaze around.
Besides the two men and this woman from earlier, eight more men and two women stepped forward.
All of them kept their heads bowed.
But Margaery’s attention was not on these people.
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She suddenly glanced at the others and noticed another woman whose eyes were dark, expressions grave, and brows slightly furrowed, as if facing a thorny problem.
Margaery walked up to her and smiled. “You’re the leader of this group, aren’t you?”
“W–what?” The woman had no idea what she had done to expose herself, for she was the fourteenth person!
“You are from Pero Cela, and yet you are not of Pero Cela.” Margaery stared at her.
“You came today under the banner of Pero Cela to handle your own affairs.
“If you succeed, Pero Cela will take the blame for you.
“The master behind you is truly clever!” Margaery said.
As she spoke, she glanced at Enoch. “Go to Morales’s estate and ask Lord Bernard to come over.”
Enoch nodded.
He had only followed Margaery for a few days, but already admired this young lady deeply.
Marc looked at Margaery, his eyes also shining with admiration.
“How did you figure it out?” he asked.
To be honest, when he glanced over, he truly hadn’t noticed anything special about these people.
“After observing words and expressions for so long, you become sensitive,” Margaery said with a bitter smile. “For the past ten–plus years, I’ve watched for changes in those around me every moment.”
“Even a single glance or a trivial gesture from the father and son of the Wallen family can stir my heart, make me cry, make me laugh, make me feel as if I am sitting on pins and needles, and force me to try to please them,” she added.
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