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Sigurd was so furious he couldn’t find the words, and at last, frustrated, argued irrationally: “Princess Margaery, do you even care about reason? This is the Golden Throne Hall, not a place for you to hurl insults like a shrew.”
“Is that so?” Margaery glanced at the Golden Throne Hall, her eyes wide with innocence. I thought this wasn’t the Golden Throne Hall. Then Lord Sigurd came over and started lecturing me, saying that having long hair means lacking wisdom.
“Wasn’t I just following your words?”
Sigurd was lost for words.
When he came, he intended to use his authority to suppress her.
He was a senior, long immersed in the center of power. Not to mention a young woman, even to the officials below, he exerted a certain intimidation.
But unexpectedly, he could not suppress Margaery.
Unable to suppress her, and with his own arguments unable to stand in debate, didn’t it end up as nothing more than a shouting match?
At this moment, Margaery’s expression changed.
She took two more steps toward Sigurd, stood with her hands behind her back, leaned forward slightly, and her lips curled into a smile. “Lord Sigurd, since you do not wish to hurl insults, let us discuss something with more depth.”
Blinking, she smiled at Sigurd. “I heard that you’ve recently been learning from the master rat, digging many tunnels beneath our feet. What kind of profound reasoning is this?
“Please enlighten me, Lord Sigurd.”
“Nonsense!” At this moment, Sigurd lost his composure.
His eyes widened, and he was clearly flustered.
“Hahaha, just joking.” Margaery laughed heartily and paid him no further attention.
Yet Sigurd’s heart sank, for he realized that at this moment, the King glanced at him.
That fixed gaze, even across the lofty imperial steps, was palpable to him.
He dared not provoke Margaery any further.
Only now did he realize that this young woman, who had emerged from the inner chamber and soared to great heights in just one month, was far from simple.
She was not promoted to this position by mere luck,
It was because she was truly extraordinary.
The others who had intended to find fault also withdrew at this moment.
Although many found Margaery’s final words confusing, simply observing Sigurd’s reaction made it clear that she had
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At this moment, as the Imperial Seal Bearer, Margaery had already ascended the steps with Warren, who had followed behind, and arrived before the King.
She restrained her smile and spoke quietly, “Your Majesty, someone has dug tunnels underground. Even if Sigurd is not the mastermind, he is at least an accomplice.”
“Did you trick him?” The King looked at her, his expression somewhat complex.
He thought, “This girl has a gift of the gab. Several times, I even felt that she was scolding him.
Although he was already quite enlightened, some things were the result of centuries of tradition, deeply ingrained.
But Margaery also understood that to clear this path, she would have to wield the blade herself.
This morning, Grace did not even take action.
At this moment, she stood below, watching: though she said nothing, her eyes shone with spirited confidence.
Margaery took a slow, deep breath, temporarily setting these thoughts aside, and spoke softly, “Last night, I received a letter from my master. He said he sensed some movement beneath the Hall of Divinity, but before he could investigate, he left for Yanzy City.
“I pondered over it for half the night, and connected it with what I found out yesterday morning. I believe someone has dug a secret tunnel underground, intending to transport explosives into the palace.”
The King’s expression darkened at these words. “Are you saying someone wants to blow up the palace?”
This was regicide.
Margaery nodded, summarizing for the King the confessions obtained from those captured at the Eames residence earlier that day, though she did not mention that they were affiliated with Callum.
Margaery said, “In other words, their plan is to accomplish three goals at once: first, kill you; next, destroy Morales’s estate; and target the Carey family.”
Margaery looked at the King. “In this way, the royalist faction would be wiped out in one sweep.”
The King was at a loss for words.
He took a deep breath, his fist slowly tightening, and finally glanced at Margaery. “How did you think to trick Sigurd?”
Margaery replied, “Because Prince Callum went to Yanzy City, Osmond was poisoned, and General Griffith was framed. All these incidents are interconnected.”
Margaery tried to avoid Callum.
In the end, she found it unavoidable.
The King nodded. “The Wallen family has wasted your talent.
“Attend court with me in the morning.”
He turned and strode into the Golden Throne Hall. “Some words may be unpleasant, but you are right. Now, the Eastvale Empire faces internal and external threats. Women make up half the population, and indeed, they need to step out from the
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“We need people.
“We need talent.”
He had experienced the fall of his country and the loss of his family; in his youth, the Eastvale Empire had nearly been destroyed by a neighboring nation.
He did not wish to go through such times again. “I hope that every person in the Eastvale Empire possesses the ability to fight and resist, rather than ending up as a group of women and children unable to even truss a chicken, unterly defensei and at the mercy of others
From his words, Margaery sensed a point of resonance.
The King desired greater military strength, and she seized this opportunity to carve a bloody path forward.
If the might of the Eastvale Empire was a manifestation of heaven’s grand fortune, then a woman’s path ought to be forged atop it, rising by virtue of that fortune.
She approached the King’s side.
The King sat, while she and Warren stood on either side.
At this moment, the assembled ministers entered, kneeling and acclaiming Long live the King. The sensation of looking down upon such a scene from above struck Margaery with tremendous force.
Something was surging within her heart.
She thought to herself, even if she were to become the Queen in the future, she must be a Queen who held power in her own hands, not merely someone’s consort.
She was determined to leave her own name upon the long scroll of history, not simply as someone’s someone.
The world beyond the inner chambers, though perilous, was truly magnificent and vast.
Margaery’s face remained expressionless, yet inside, it felt as though magma was surging.
Marcus had been demoted; yesterday it was merely a verbal decree from the King, but today it was officially made public.
When Quinn escorted Marcus, Alicia, Seamus, Dominic, Yvette, and the others into the hall, Margaery felt as if she were in another world.
“Margaery, you go.” The King signaled to Warren to hand the imperial edict to Margaery.
Margaery accepted the imperial edict, feeling quite nervous, but recalling her recent confrontation with Sigurd outside the Golden Throne Hall, she felt less anxious.
She descended three steps, stood at a high place, and proclaimed, “By the mandate of heaven, the King decrees…” Dominic knelt on the ground, looking up at the young woman beneath the dragon throne. Seeing her in a round–collared official robe, reading the imperial edict with clarity and resolve, he felt as if his eyes deceived him.
How many days had passed?
Why did it seem that the little girl who once chased after him so desperately had become nothing but a memory?
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When her attention was no longer focused on him and the Wallen family father and son, was she truly this dazzling?
Dominic’s feelings were complicated.
From the remnants of his memories, he found faint traces of their interactions from years past.
Her memory was astonishing: she recalled events from as early as three or four years old with perfect clarity. Thus, whenever old grievances were revisited, she always managed to drive him to anger and embarrassment.
She was sensitive and suspicious, always able to detect when something was wrong with him. Under his unreasonable behavior, she feared losing him, so she carefully tried to please him.
Over the years, she had suffered greatly because of her remarkable memory and her sensitivity and suspicion.
Now, as a sword was sharpened through grinding, these traits had transformed into her exceptional strategic ability, her capacity for learning, and her unique, keen sense of intuition and observation.
It turned out that the same person could appear completely different when with different people.
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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.
