Chapter 61 Her Name is Marquise
As the sky gradually darkened, a black veil covered the already gloomy castle. The smell of blood filled the air and dissipated deep into the castle. The servants lit candles one by one, and the flickering flames completely dispelled the black veil.
The doctors had all left the Marchioness's bedroom. The Patriarch, with a look of pity on his face, shook his head at the Marquis and said regretfully, "Go and say your final goodbyes."
This is the worst possible outcome and one of the most important impetus, someone must pay for her death.
The Marquis was silent for a moment, without looking at the three children, and went in alone. The knight guarding the door closed the door according to tradition.
Every relative has the right to say goodbye to the deceased alone, and the deceased also has the right to decide who to say goodbye to. This is the empire's consistent tradition, and this is also the reason why Stellan can still stand here. Similarly, this is a step that Vifiya cannot understand. People are about to die, so where is there so much time to say goodbye to each one of them.
Arnold, who had been standing aside, did not expect that he would encounter such a thing when he came here. He secretly glanced at Vifia, only to see that she had her eyes lowered, with an indelible sadness between her brows. After all, she was her mother, so it was inevitable that she would be sad.
The whole castle was filled with an oppressive atmosphere.
The Marquis came out soon, then Valholian, and then Vifiya.
The bloody smell in the room was somewhat dispelled by the incense. She stepped lightly to the bed of the Marquise. The beautiful woman was lying on the bed with her eyes closed and bloodless, as if she was really dead.
Noticing Vifia squatting beside her bed, the Marchioness slowly opened her eyes.
She glanced sideways, looking at Vifiya intently, though tired. Her voice was small and hoarse, but loud enough for Vifiya to hear clearly: "Matricide, what do you think?"
All the sadness on Vifiya's face faded away, and she smiled and said, "I am very satisfied." Or rather, she was unexpectedly satisfied.
The Marquise looked like she was about to die, but unlike before, a faint smile played on her face. This was the first time Vifiya had ever seen her smile. "I'm very satisfied with your potion."
Vifiya tilted her head slightly: "I said I would make you get what you want."
"It's just..." She leaned closer to the Marquise, "I'm very curious. Stellan is your child. Why can you arrange such a serious crime for him without any burden?"
He even poisoned himself.
After all, from the very beginning, there were only two things in the wooden box that she asked Hefa to give to the Marquise: a letter and a bottle of potion.
In the letter, she asked the Marquise to do two things: one was to find a reason for her to return to Seronil, and the other was to drag Stellan into the water so that he could not escape unscathed.
As for the potion, she knew its effects better than anyone else. It was just a bottle of fake death medicine that would not cause anyone pain.
The Marquise breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes deep, "I don't love you." After a pause, she smiled self-deprecatingly, "You should know better than me that there is no family affection in Kesley."
From the moment she looked at Vaholian, who was still in the cradle and was taught to be indifferent, she completely gave up all the hope she had left in this family. She wanted to leave here. She decided not to love any of her children with the surname Kesley, give them any connection with her love, and she would watch everything with cold eyes.
She won't regret it.
She looked at Vifiya. The only exception was her daughter. Not only did she reveal the secret that she had hidden for a long time, but she also threatened to cooperate with her and give her what she wanted.
She had been searching for a drug that could cause her to fake her death for a long time, and now she actually had it.
No matter how Vifiya knew or got the fake death drug, she didn't want to pursue it.
She concealed the complexity in her eyes. Although she didn't know what Weifeiya wanted, she said, "A little sincerity, my appearance, will be more convincing."
Yes, the more painful she was, the more real it was. No one would doubt that someone would torture themselves like this, or that someone would poison themselves.
And no one else will know the final truth, the murderer who killed her was herself.
Vifia smiled lightly, obviously accepting her statement, which was consistent with all the motives of the Marquise's behavior in her memory.
She understood that the Marquise's love was never here. She was a resolute woman. She would never love them before, not now, and certainly not in the future.
The entire Marquis of Casely's Mansion is her cage.
"How long can you hold on?" Vifiya met her eyes.
The Marquise's face became increasingly exhausted, her breathing shallow, and she answered irrelevantly: "It's on the third shelf of the dressing box on the cabinet. It's for you."
Vifia stared at the Marquise who had closed her eyes for a while, then fixed her gaze on the dressing box. She opened it as she was told. There was only one thing inside, but it was enough to make her stop: a sword and shield badge.
A certificate from the Heihof family that belongs exclusively to the Marquise.
She looked towards the Marchioness, her breath fading away, her time running out.
"Do you want to see Stellan?"
The Marquise did not answer for a long time, but Vifia knew she was still alive. After a while, her voice was almost inaudible.
"No."
Vifiya held the badge tightly and lowered her eyes. Even though the Marquise looked defeated now, it was not difficult to see her former beauty.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly. Some people cannot hide their beauty even in death.
The scent of incense smoke rose gracefully from the empty space of the room. The mixed smell of spices and blood stimulated Vifiya's nostrils.
“Chirp, chirp~”
The cheerful voice brought her back to her senses. She opened her eyes and saw only streaks of candlelight from street lamps outside the window, standing out in the darkness. Dots of silver were still dancing in the light.
How could there be birds at this hour? Perhaps it was just her imagination.
She hid the badge in her skirt, gave the Marchioness a last, deep look, and walked towards the door without looking back.
She opened the heavy door, her eyes bitter as she looked at the Marquis, Valholian, Stellan, and then back to the Marquis.
It was quiet outside the door. They only saw Vifiya lower her head, her words tinged with sadness: "Mother." She paused, as if because she was facing the discomfort of her first time facing the departure of a loved one, and then said, "Gone."
The air suddenly froze. The Marquis's face did not change, but he lowered his head. Vaholian's gaze fell on the orange-yellow room, as if he was missing something through that little light.
Stellan pursed his lips and turned his face away. He was in the dark and no one could see his expression.
The Patriarch hid his thoughts, sighed, and performed the Seven Pure Land Ceremony: "My condolences, may your wife rest in peace in the arms of the goddess."
"Bang!" It was the sound of the Marquise's maids kneeling down one after another, crying and sobbing.
Vifia stood aside and watched them pour into the Marchioness's bedroom one by one.
The personal maid who had been with her for a long time fainted from crying because of the excessive pain, and the servants were in a panic again.
As the Marquise's real family, they all seem very sad, but are they really grieving the death of their family member?
Arnold walked to her side, his eyes full of concern. Vifia looked into the depths of the room through the white smoke of the incense. The Marquise...
No, she should be called Jotina. Her name is Jotina Heihefu.
She was no longer the Marquise, she had her own name, Jotina.
She will get the freedom she wants.
Vifiya did not go in. She really wanted to touch her own heart, the heart that belonged to Vifiya. If it were her, she would wonder what she would think about this matter.
She remembered that [Vefiya] had also longed for Jotina's love.
People always have to go through a few periods of innocence, and only after they have banged themselves up and bleed, can they understand that some things cannot be obtained just because they want them.
Perhaps, Jotina had also tried to love her child at the Marquis of Kesley.
But just like when she gave her the emblem of the Heihefu family in the end, who knows what she was thinking, whether she hesitated or felt guilty?
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In the darkness, a convoy continued to move forward along the night, regardless of the snowflakes falling from the sky.
The flags embroidered with swords and shields fluttered on the carriage, and the escorting knights exuded a solemn and murderous aura.
The carriage suddenly shook, and the driver hurriedly and carefully pulled it steady, not daring to blame anyone.
Balkas inside rolled his eyes and looked at his sister with disgust: "Lady Xia, please restrain yourself."
But the girl became even more aggressive and stepped on the paper under her feet harder and harder until the dry paper was covered with the prints of her shoes.
Balkas steadied himself and frowned, his eyes full of disapproval. "Walking at night is unsafe. The carriage is about to overturn."
Ledisia glanced at him and complained, "What did I say when we were in the territory? Didn't I say it would be faster if we just rode here on horseback? It should only take half a month, but it's taken almost a month in a carriage."
She glared at him again, her tone somewhat cold and hard: "Don't forget, there is still no answer to the specific outcome of the murder of my aunt."
Thinking of this, Balkas's face turned ugly. The people of the Kesley family were so bold that they dared to openly attack Haihefu's people.
That's right, in the eyes of everyone in the Haihefu family, the surname Haihefu is supreme. They have royal blood, but have abandoned the royal surname. In the Dukedom of Haihefu, even if it is an order from the royal family, they have to stand aside.
Therefore, even for married ladies, their surnames are not allowed to be changed, and other nobles are not allowed to ask them to change them. The ladies of Haihefu do not need to worry about inferiority, because Haihefu will uphold their pride and will also be their pride.
As long as they still have the surname Haihefu, they will always be members of the Haihefu family. Haihefu will protect everything they have and share all the glory of Haihefu with them.
All they have to do is defend the name of Haihefu throughout their lives.
Leticia crushed the letter under her feet, curled her lips and sneered: "If my aunt is really gone, they will be finished."
The ice in Balkas's eyes was even colder than the snowflakes outside the carriage window. The Kesley family had better make up a truth that would convince them.
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