All Chapters of The Queen's Doll: Chapter 21 - Chapter 25

Meilin, shocked to find the Queen’s face so close to hers, reacts on instinct, her heart galloping in her throat. “Your Highness,” she exclaims, her expression nervous, as she scoots away from the Queen’s nearness. Yuelan places her hand on her servant’s shoulders to stop her retreat. “Take it easy, you are injured,” she tells the blonde, her tone mild, and the hard edges of her skin softened with a fond expression. The young Queen’s affectionate expression dumbfounds Meilin, who gazes at the beautiful face still close to hers in confusion. The Queen looks… the blonde pauses in her thought as she couldn’t believe what her eyes see. Worried. The idea that the Queen is worried about her seems ridiculous to the blonde, judging by how cold and detached the Queen has been to her. Regardless of what her eyes tell her, Meilin doesn’t want to be a bother, so she comports herself, wiping every trace of discomfort from her face and staring at the Queen flatly. “I am fine, your Highness,”

Yuelan’s whispered words tickles the ears of the Queen Mother, giving her a feeling that she heard something, but the actual words never made it to her brain for comprehension. The older woman frowns at the young Queen, her insides burning with the suspicion that the brunette uttered something sarcastic, though she could never confirm it. “Did you say something?” She enquires mildly, her eyes narrowed suspiciously even though her tone conveyed mere curiosity. Yuelan smiles, a guileless smile, aimed at diffusing the suspicion she could glimpse in the older woman’s eyes. “No your highness,” she bows, acting meek and submissive. Though the Queen Mother couldn’t fault the young queen’s attitude, neither does she buy her innocent act. For an act is what the young woman is putting up for her. She doesn’t trust the girl. The intelligence she sees in the dark orbs makes her untrustworthy. Smoothly, as she lifts her cup of tea to take a sip, the Queen Mother changes the direction of the co

The Queen’s physical appearance took the breathe out of everyone around her. The ladies all stood with awe on their faces, asking themselves how the gods could bless one female with so much beauty. One of the ladies standing around the garden gawking at the Queen as she glided around saying hello to everyone couldn’t help commenting on the Queen’s beauty. She looks like an angel, she whispers to another beside her, her voice echoing with envy while her eyes eats up the Queen’s appearance, taking in the sparkling white, long dress that adorns the Queen’s slender frame like a second skin, exposing her delicate shoulders. White color is one no woman would dare to wear, especially in summer as it clashes with their pale skin, but the Queen wore hers like the color was made for her. As everyone adorned the Queen’s beauty and her innocent yet seductive appearance, relegating the Concubine to the back ground, she stands off with her group of friends, standoffish and waiting for the Queen