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Kylie's voice cut through the tension, "How did you investigate this? If you can share it with His Majesty, then you can share it with me. I refuse to believe my dad could be that kind of man."Carissa met her gaze firmly. "Your Majesty, perhaps you should ask your dad directly. This involves a treason case. While I can share the outcome with you because it directly concerns your dad, revealing the details of our investigation to you might not be wise, as this is a matter of state."Kylie was stunned.Carissa was right—Kylie shouldn't pry into the investigation. It was forbidden for the women of the royal harem to interfere in political affairs. Given that the Quinton family was at the height of its power and she was the queen, whose actions were closely watched and scrutinized, any mistake could be magnified.Lionel furrowed his brow. How was he supposed to approach his dad about this? He didn't even know whether the claim was true. So, even if his dad dismissed it as a lie, a nag

Herbert stared at Malcolm, momentarily speechless.Malcolm shut his eyes, his mind racing as he spoke methodically, "After I settled her, I looked into her background but didn't find anything suspicious. Gradually, I forgot about her. I only instructed the servants to keep an eye on her. I never laid a hand on her, which the servants there can testify to. It was my oversight. I've been too busy and let her slip my mind. I had no idea she was actually Lord Henry's concubine's daughter."Joy flickered across Herbert's face, but it quickly faded as he realized this was merely a facade—a lie crafted by his brother to placate him.He knew Malcolm well. If there was a suspicious individual nearby, he would have ordered an investigation. No matter the results, that person would never be allowed to stay. They would definitely be chased away or kept at a distance, never allowed to get close.Herbert's heart grew heavy, and disbelief crept into his voice as he asked, "Why would you do this?"

Marjorie's tears stopped as her expression turned to worry. "Yes, your dad has never liked that so-called first female official. Now that she's discovered things he couldn't, he must be feeling quite miserable."But then a thought struck her, and she asked, "Didn't they say the woman already had a daughter? Did you see her when you went?""Don't be ridiculous. There's no child at all, just her and a house full of people watching her," Lionel replied."Then, that's good." Marjorie sighed in relief.Seeing that he had managed to calm his mom, Lionel felt a bit more at ease himself. However, he knew it wouldn't be so easy to smooth things over with his grandfather.Malcolm had gone to explain the situation to Gerald himself. While he had accepted his son's explanation, he had also slapped him and told him to get out.Malcolm felt a whirlwind of explosions as he stumbled out of his dad's room. He knew he couldn't blame the Hell Monarch for this mess. He had always adhered to benevole

The torture during Henry's interrogation was relentless, but the spineless man suddenly found his courage and insisted that he knew nothing. He claimed he was just a pawn being used by others.As the pain intensified, he cried out, "I've suffered greatly! Eleanor has wronged me the most. My women, my children—they've either been killed or sent away because of her. She's truly insane! But now, she's been caught and I can finally free myself from her grasp!"The Royal Citadel's governor, Anthony Klein, personally came to interrogate him. Their methods of questioning and torture were harsher than those of the Supreme Court, yet Henry remained adamant and refused to divulge anything.The case was reported during the morning court session, and all the officials listened intently. Unlike before, when everyone felt on edge, their hearts had now settled into a steadier rhythm.Even Yuvan, who hadn't attended court, was aware that Eleanor and Henry had not implicated anyone. Servants had me

As soon as they crossed Swallowstone Street, Carissa felt an oppressive murderous air surround them.The killing intent was palpable, accompanied by a scent of blood that only someone attuned to such darkness could detect. Carissa recognized it all too well—from that fateful night at Valor Estate, when those suicide soldiers had descended like shadows. Her mentor had once spoken of the brutal process of training these killers. Those who survived emerged from the corpses of beasts and men alike, forged in a sea of blood and death.And no matter how skilled they became, they always carried with them a heavy aura of slaughter and a lingering stench of blood."Everyone, stay alert!" Her voice cut through the wind, reaching every ear in the group.Eyes narrowed in focus as they gripped their weapons tightly, sensing the slightest rustle in the air. After they crossed the intersection, a faint yet sharp tremor filled the atmosphere. It was the unmistakable sound of swords being drawn