All Chapters of Provoking a Graceful Bloom: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

At that moment, Selena was indeed at Greymoor Estate, and was indeed about to be troubled.The moment word spread that she had arrived, Emily was the first to rush out from her own courtyard. By the time Emily intercepted her, Selena had already crossed the front yard of Greymoor Estate and was walking along a small path in the rear garden."How dare you show your face here?" Emily shouted, blocking the path to the Sunset Hall with a group of servants.Selena had already bested them twice at Blackmoor Estate, and each time, Emily had been on the receiving end in no small measure.At someone else's home, there was no way to strike back, but this time was different. This time, Selena had walked straight into their estate. If Emily didn't teach this little brat a proper lesson, how else could she vent her fury?Sally instinctively stepped forward as the group advanced, ready to stand by her mistress. But Selena tugged gently on her sleeve, pulling her back."My lady, we're in Greymo

The moment Freya saw Frederick, her eyes immediately welled with tears. She felt wronged, resentful, and utterly helpless."Fred, why did you refuse to see me? If I hadn't come to find you, were you really planning on never seeing me again?"She wiped her tears as she stood in the courtyard, glaring at him. Her cheeks were flushed, whether from anger, humiliation, or both, it was hard to tell. Frederick cast her a brief glance, then stepped past her and entered the study.Freya bit her lip, her sense of grievance deepening. How could he ignore her so completely?"Fred!"Her voice, once soft and pained, now trembled with anger. However, Frederick didn't answer. He walked straight into the study and began his work. Freya had no intention of following him inside, feeling it would be humiliating to do so when he hadn't even tried to make amends!But once he entered the study, he immediately set to work without sparing her another glance. Her indignation boiled over, and she struggled

Frederick waved his hand dismissively.In the end, William had no choice but to drag Freya away. Not long after, he returned and found the doors to the prince's study still open. Frederick sat behind his desk, his gaze fixed in contemplation, doing nothing at all.Carefully, William stepped inside. He gathered the torn fragments of the letter from the floor, pieced them together, and placed them neatly on the desk."Your Highness, though I admit Lady Campbell is admirable, Ms. Talmar's words are not without merit," he began cautiously.William disliked Freya and admired Selena far more. Yet above all else, his loyalty lay with the prince."If Lady Campbell still harbors feelings for you, perhaps it would be best to acknowledge the depth of her devotion. In which case, why not make the first move to soothe her and reconcile?" he suggested.William thought that would be the perfect resolution, and the one he most wished to see. From this mission, he had come to understand fully. Wi

"You certainly have a talent for twisting the truth, Your Highness. Pray tell, who is it that truly abandoned whom? Do you not feel a pang of guilt as you speak? Of course, that is if you still possess a conscience," Selena said, utterly exasperated.She, abandon him? The man truly had no sense. She almost laughed. Honestly, she did.That trace of ironic amusement in her eyes felt like fire to Frederick, burning and stinging him with both pain and anger. He opened his mouth to speak, yet found no adequate words. Was he to scold, to rebuke, or to curse? In the end, he suddenly realized he looked like a fool.His emotions surged so violently that his wound flared up in sharp pain. Frederick's expression shifted, his face quickly draining of color until it was completely pale.Selena let out a soft, almost inaudible sigh. "Your Highness, your injuries are far from healed. You ought to be resting at home, rather than forcing yourself to be out and about. If the wound reopens, recovery

Frederick's injuries had healed well in recent days, and he appeared to be in good health.Ruth had been visiting him more frequently. Wilfred had been unusually indulgent toward her, even granting her a palace token so she could see her son at will. Such privileges were rare among the concubines.The other ladies of the harem dared not voice their displeasure. They all knew that a mother's power was tied to her child. With a Warbringer as her son, Ruth held a position almost equal to that of the queen.Ruth smiled inwardly at the thought that Freya was still confined to the storage room."Though I still harbor some resentment toward that scheming Selena, I have even less patience for that reckless, clueless girl who only drags you down," she murmured, her eyes glinting as she met her son's gaze."Fred, over the past couple of days, I've picked out a few young ladies for you. Some are beautiful, while others have truly distinctive personalities. Take a look for yourself."Today,