Margaery did not dare to be proud. “I will work diligently and thank you, Master, for your guidance.”
After Norman finished his demonstration, he asked, “Did you remember it?”
Margaery nodded. “I’ve remembered it, but I need to practice.”
Norman nodded. “Your memory is extraordinary. This is both a blessing and a curse. You must learn to let go of certain hings; don’t remember everything, or you’ll easily feel sorrow and grief.”
Mm.” Margaery nodded, deeply moved.
Indeed, she remembered everything she had experienced, even from her early childhood.
Back when she was fixated on things in the Wallen family, she would often wake in the middle of the night, crying incontrollably.
Now, even if she could still recall those memories, she was calm.
Those past events had already lost their color.
At dusk, Margaery left the Inkwell Academy and returned home to the Carey family.
News from the palace arrived, delivered by Solon, who was leaning against the doorway. His gaze toward her was somewhat complicated. “The Hadley family is finished. In three days, they’ll be exiled. I heard from His Highness’s side that the King nay have you go and help handle it.”
Margaery was a bit surprised. “Me?”
Although she had told Yvette that she would see the Hadley family off when they were exiled, she hadn’t expected to be ordered to go.
Solon said, “The imperial edict hasn’t come down yet. Most likely, when you enter the palace tomorrow, the King will tell you himself. He probably wants to temper you through all these matters.
Besides you, Estelle will also be there.”
Margaery was silent.
Now, she understood.
It had nothing to do with her personal grievances with the Hadley family. The King simply wanted her and Estelle to witness firsthand the procedures of confiscation and exile, to personally experience it.
“That’s not a problem Margaery did not ask any further questions.
Solon nodded. “Miss, you should rest early tonight. You will have to enter the palace before dawn…”
This was how the morning court was.
Each month, there were only two days off; on all other days, time was spent at court, with entrance to the palace required before sunrise. Unless there were major matters to address, court would conclude as the sun was rising
If there were matters to discuss, they might not return for the entire day.
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Most of the time, the entire morning passed in the Golden Throne Hall.
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This was Margaery’s first time facing such a situation, and she was truly nervous, because unlike other Seal Bearers, the King had specifically named her to attend the morning court alongside Warren.
Thus, all matters of the court would be laid bare before her.
Margaery felt she should indeed rest early, but when she lay in bed, she tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
In the end, with no other option, she simply got up to practice swordsmanship.
In the latter half of the night, Enoch delivered a letter, “Miss, this is from the Hall of Divinity.”
Margaery was startled and hurriedly took the letter to read.
The letter was left by Simon before his departure, mentioning matters in Yanzy City. He estimated it would take ten days to half a month to resolve, and asked her to visit the Hall of Divinity. He said that a few days ago, he heard movement beneath the Hall of Divinity but had not had time to investigate.
Margaery held the letter, pondering his words, lost in thought.
In the depths of winter, what could be causing movement beneath the Hall of Divinity?
She pushed open the door and stood in the courtyard, gazing at the Hall of Divinity on the distant mountain, her thoughts drifting far away.
The Hall of Divinity stood on the cliff behind the palace. Although not particularly high, it was still a mountain.
At the base of the mountain lay the palace’s rear courtyard, where the concubines lived.
Movement…
Margaery suddenly thought of something, so startled that she could not sleep again.
Early the next morning, before dawn, someone arrived from the palace.
It was Warren himself, carrying a box. He entered and placed it on the table. “Princess Margaery, this is the official uniform for Imperial Seal Bearer. There are two sets in total. Please try them on to see if they fit.
“If they do not fit, they will be altered tomorrow.”
Margaery stepped forward and opened the box.
Inside lay a set of pale jade–colored round–collared official robes, embroidered with auspicious cloud patterns. Though simple, they exuded an indescribable air of nobility.
Ill go change into it!” Margaery’s heart surged with excitement.
It was not that she disliked ordinary women’s clothing, but rather that the symbolic meaning of this attire far outweighed the garment itself.
This was the mark of her entering court and wielding authority.
The color of the robe had been chosen with a woman’s preferences in mind, a pale jade with a hint of orange pink, very light, yet present.
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Paired with flowing cloud patterns embroidered in silver thread and a slightly darker belt, it accentuated her figure.
When she stepped out, Warren nodded repeatedly. “Elegant, dignified, spirited, truly like a fine piece of jade!”
Margaery, wearing this attire, gave precisely that impression.
Even Marc, who came to greet her at the door, smiled and said, “I had only heard of gentlemen as refined as jade, but seeing you today, I realize a lady can also be as polished and gentle as jade.”
The first female official in court was truly stunning.
Margaery was still young, and the color of this robe seemed specially chosen for someone her age, very fitting for her.
Warren smiled warmly and said, “Lady Serena chose the fabric, and the King personally selected the style. Your Highness, sc long as you like it, that’s all that truly matters.”
Since she had been granted the title of princess, Warren had changed his form of address.
Upon hearing this, Margaery couldn’t help but feel grateful to the King and Serena.
Even her father and brother had never paid attention to what she wore.
When her wet nurse was alive, it was always the wet nurse who took care of such matters.
After her wet nurse passed away, she went a whole year without making new clothes, and even her dowry preparations were handled perfunctorily.
Yet such a small matter was remembered by the King and Serena.
Margaery felt she truly ought to move forward earnestly.
Only by living brilliantly could she be worthy of the favor so many had shown her.
Thank you, Warren,” Margaery said, “I will enter the palace shortly.”
Very well, I will take my leave.” Warren nodded and left the Carey residence.
Marc comforted Margaery, “Don’t worry. Come with me to the palace today. With the King present, there is nothing to fear
Margaery nodded. “Mm, let’s go as well.”
She took a slow, deep breath, left together with Marc, and boarded the carriage heading toward the Golden Throne Hall,
The city lockdown had not yet ended.
Dawn had not fully broken. Margaery looked at the cold, deserted streets outside, thinking of Marcus’s demotion and Callum’s journey to Yanzy City.
By the time they arrived at the Golden Throne Hall, many court officials had already gathered.
Margaery had previously seen portraits of Sinderin City’s important figures. Although the paintings differed somewhat from their real appearances, she could still roughly identify them.
Everyone’s gaze toward her was somewhat complicated.
To be precise, most eyes concealed hostility, especially the acting Minister of War, Sigurd. His small eyes narrowed, and his
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