All Chapters of Substitute Queen's Revenge: Chapter 381 - Chapter 390

George caught sight of Jocelyn and immediately thought of the fallen soldiers of Drakonas Squadron."What is it?" he asked. His gaze bypassed Jocelyn and landed on Mary.Mary glanced at Jane in a hostile manner. "This matter concerns the queen."Jane remained composed and detached, as if the issue had nothing to do with her.Mary spoke bluntly. "Your Majesty, the queen by your side is not the real Wendy Foster!"George's expression instantly turned cold. He dismissed the few royal servants present in the hall before turning to Mary with a question."Who has been feeding you such nonsense?"Mary's gaze was cold and fixed on Jane."Your Majesty, I am not one to believe baseless rumors. I investigated this matter myself. Years ago, Mrs. Foster gave birth to twin daughters. This woman was abandoned by the Foster family and is no longer one of them. She has no right to be queen!"Jane sat beside George, her expression unchanged.She had already anticipated that Mary wouldn't quest

Jocelyn was consumed by the anguish of being abandoned and betrayed by Kennedy and Marissa, nearly forgetting that she still possessed a token of royal pardon.Just moments ago, she had thought she was doomed. Now, a glimmer of hope appeared in her eyes.She quickly composed herself and took the initiative to kneel and confess her guilt."Your Majesty, I deserve to die a thousand times over! I orchestrated the Drakonas Squadron incident to lure the enemy deeper into our trap. Even though the plan succeeded, and we captured Romenia, I have lived every day in agony and regret."But even if I were given another chance, I would make the same choice, sacrificing the lesser to protect the greater, and gambling small losses for a greater victory. If necessary, I would even sacrifice myself."Jocelyn was quick to react, coming up with a well-crafted justification for her actions. She was certain that the king, too, would be willing to sacrifice insignificant lives for the greater good.Y

Jocelyn was imprisoned in the royal prison without a trial or the chance to defend herself. Her once-imposing commander's uniform had been stripped away, replaced by a dull gray prison garb. Defiance burned in her gaze.When she saw Jane, her expression instantly turned icy. With no one else around, Jocelyn spoke bluntly."Jane, you really don't have the slightest regard for our past, do you? Does it make you happy to see me like this? What trick did you use to make the king overlook your crime of deceiving him?"Suddenly, a thought occurred to her. A mocking glint flashed in her eyes as she studied Jane, then she sneered."Oh, I see now. You must have seduced him in bed, pleasing him until he couldn't bear to punish you! Well, that makes sense. Women in the harem are no different from brothel whores! You sell your bodies for power and status."No matter how much you despise the man, you can still writhe beneath him! Jane, I never thought you'd stoop so low. "When you were grove

Mary had no idea. She looked down on the queen, yet ironically, it was Jane who had drawn the design for the rifle. She believed Jocelyn could modify it, but she was completely unaware that Jocelyn had no idea where to start.Jocelyn had only been focused on seizing this opportunity to escape the royal prison. But now, she hesitated.Especially after hearing the king say, "What I require is absolute certainty. Otherwise, your crime will only worsen."George's gaze was icy, leaving no room for negotiation.Jocelyn's heart pounded in panic. If she approached this with a mindset of merely trying her luck, she would be doomed from the start.Mary grew anxious. "Your Majesty, Jocelyn will surely–"Before she could finish saying 'succeed,' Jocelyn spoke softly."I can't do it."Mary was utterly stunned.What did Jocelyn just say? How could she say she couldn't do it?She only needed to add a few mechanisms to the existing design. Surely, for the renowned Commander Morris, that shou

The bed was cramped, leaving Jane with nowhere to retreat. George gripped her waist, trapping her in the confined space. She turned her head, evading his kiss, which only made him more impatient.Suddenly, he clamped her chin, his cold gaze meeting hers directly."Why are you avoiding me? Hmm?"Jane's expression remained as calm as still water. She clenched her fists tightly.George grew ruthless. He abruptly lowered his head, seized her lips, and gave her no chance to breathe.Before long, his breathing turned rough, and his large hand moved to her front.With a gentle tug, her sash came undone.Through the layers of fabric, his burning palm pressed against her firm, flat abdomen.His lips moved to her ear, brushing against her earlobe with a mixture of kisses and bites, his voice hoarse and indistinct."Give me a prince."It was not a request but an unyielding command.George was already lost in his desire. He tugged roughly at her clothes.Jane turned her head to the sid