Chapter 7

　　\"In my eyes, you are nothing but an obedient dog!\"

　　Accompanied by the tearing pain from her hand, Sophia heard his voice that was as cold and sharp as a big icicle, and every word was stabbing and breaking her heart.

　　It was as if swords fell from the sky, penetrated into her heart, and made her tremble with pain, like she had been thrown into a cold cave.

　　A dog.

　　She sacrificed so much for him. She served him for years, but in his eyes, she was just an obedient dog.

　　A dog who would give him everything!

　　Sophia suddenly smiled, but tears were streaming down her face. The blood stains on the corners of her mouth dripped to the ground, and the sadness in her eyes caused Timothy\'s heart to twitch.

　　The surrounding area gradually became quiet, almost as silent as death.

　　Sophia gently hugged Jared\'s corpse, and her fingertips gently wiped away the tears on her face.

　　\"Your Majesty is the emperor, and I am a minister. It is my honor to be Your Majesty\'s most obedient dog.\"

　　She wanted to say that he would never find such a loyal dog in the future but she held her tongue.

　　But Minister Sophia was no longer in this world, only servant Sophia.

　　Sophia knelt on the ground. \"Please, Your Majesty, for the sake of my servitude for you for many years, allow me to bury my master!\"

　　The loud thud from her kowtow resounded throughout the room, and like a sharp sword, it stabbed into Timothy\'s heart fiercely.

　　Anger and jealousy rolled in his heart, and he subconsciously wanted to refuse, but when he saw Sophia\'s hollow eyes, he felt a pain in his heart and couldn\'t say a word to refute her request.

　　He walked away.

　　Blizzard filled the sky, and the entire imperial city was trapped in a daze of heavy snow.

　　In this winter, Dazhou first experienced the change of the emperor, and then Sophia, who once had the power to dominate the world, was deposed, and Prince Jared was violently killed.

　　The ministers of the Imperial Court all watched from the wall, coldly scrutinizing Sophia as she walked the frozen earth, her thin figure sending the coffin of Prince Jared to his final resting place.

　　It\'s the way of life. When things are successful, those who have done a lot of effort for the cause gets killed.

　　Now that she has no power, she couldn\'t even give her master a decent funeral.

　　She knelt in front of Jared\'s tomb, her thin and fragile body trembling in the snow. She could finally cry bitterly, she had endured it for too long these years.

　　Finally, all her forbearance has turned into ashes in Timothy\'s humiliation.

　　\"Master, I\'m back in the past. Once again, I have nothing.\"

　　Even her heart was now gone.

　　Her cry echoed and was gradually carried by the wind and snow, and it spread far and wide through the kingdom.

　　She stroked the wound on her wrist, her hand was injured, and she could no longer play the harp.

　　It was well-known to all of the people of this dynasty that Sophia was trained by Prince Jared himself. He didn\'t only have a good command of literature and military expertise, but he also taught her how to play the harp, which she did, and she played it so well that she was even famous for it.

　　But now he\'s dead, and the harp would never be played.

　　She had no power and no master. Sophia, who had nothing, has now become a humble servant.

　　Morning and night, she was more diligent and worked harder than anyone else, causing her body to fall apart day by day due to fatigue, and when it was rainy, the injured wrist was faintly painful.

　　And the pain constantly reminded her of Timothy\'s cruelty.