Chapter 200 His icy blue eyes shone with a snowy light…
The following afternoon, I went to the palace school, intending to hand over all my work affairs, but the head steward said that I was still the person in charge of the school. "Prince Bernard has not taken back the school, and you are still the person in charge of the school."
“Let him take it back,” I said. “From today onwards, I am no longer one.”
My relationship with him is over, truly over. I don't want to be ambiguous with him anymore.
Ignoring the head steward's advice, I handed over all the work. Before leaving, I asked Aya, "Would you like to come back to the palace with me?"
Aya, who had been feeling uneasy, burst into laughter through her tears, "I thought you didn't want me anymore."
I smiled and patted her hand. Although Aya is a little clumsy and stubborn, she is truly sincere towards me.
Aya quickly packed her luggage and got into the carriage with me.
The carriage passed through the bustling city, turned a corner, and suddenly stopped. "What's wrong?" I was startled awake from my nap.
"Prince Bernard's carriage is blocking the way," the coachman replied somewhat flustered.
I alighted from the carriage, and Bernard was already standing in front of it, waiting. He wore a noble white robe, had pale skin, icy blue eyes, and long silver hair that cascaded over his shoulders like a waterfall, making him look like a stunning ice sculpture.
"Could you move the carriage?" I asked calmly.
"No." He refused me outright.
“But you’re making it impossible for my carriage to move.” I looked around and it seemed that I could only turn around, but turning around would be a bit troublesome because the turn was not very wide.
"I'm going to make sure you can't leave."
This was a double entendre. I pretended not to understand, walked up to the driver, and ordered him to turn around. I was about to get in the car when he grabbed my wrist even faster.
The icy chill traveled from his fingers to my elbows and wrists, and I felt cold too.
"Let go!" I said even colder.
"I will never let go."
I struggled desperately, but his strong, bony fingers remained completely still.
"I'm sorry I can't marry you, but in my heart, you are just as important as my legal wife."
"It's alright, there will be men who want to marry me."
His already pale face grew even paler. "You must make me sad and in pain, must you?"
“It’s difficult for a person to have everything they need, power and affection; they can only choose one,” I said. “Whichever they choose, it’s understandable.”
He suddenly burst into laughter, so loud that it startled everyone passing by. His guards immediately placed him under guard, preventing any passersby from passing through.
“From this moment on,” he said forcefully, word by word, after laughing, “we are officially breaking up.”
My mind and body suddenly froze.
I don't know why I suddenly had this reaction.
Logically, I should have given up on him long ago.
But at this moment I still feel like tears are about to burst forth, although I am trying my best to hold them back.
I wanted to say yes, but opening my mouth felt like it weighed a ton, and I just couldn't say it.
I wanted to leave, but my feet felt rooted to the spot, and I couldn't move.
His icy blue eyes, gleaming like snow, froze my entire being.
Even the blood congealed into frozen blocks.
Aya, who is usually a bit stubborn, suddenly stopped being stubborn at this moment. She scrambled off the carriage, pulled me over, and said in a rough voice, "Fine, let's break up then, sis, let's go."
Aya quickly pulled me into the carriage, and tears began to fall uncontrollably. I sat stiffly, tears streaming down my neck and soaking my clothes.
He went from being an ice queen to a tearful man.
Aya was so frightened that she stopped talking and sat stiffly.
Back at the palace, it took me quite a while before I slowly alighted from the carriage.
Starting that night, for some reason, Desen's mistress stopped bothering him, and Desen began returning to his dorm room every night. I couldn't be bothered with him. After all this commotion, I'd lost some of my admiration for him and realized he was nothing special.
He tried to please me, flattering me carefully, and even brought out a lot of jewelry, but I ignored him and, unable to bear it any longer, hid in another small room.
"It's your fault for spending those few days of your wedding with other women, making me lose face. Now I don't want to give you face anymore."
He was speechless.
I sat at the desk in the small room, secretly plotting my future path. I wasn't originally from here, and I'll return to the modern world sooner or later. I don't need to get involved in any of the conflicts here, except for those in the East, North, West, South, or even the Elven Realm. They're none of my business.
Next, I will secretly consider what Derson needs me to do, and whether fulfilling one of his wishes can help me return to the modern world and never come back.
If I have the chance, I'd like to take another look at the yellowed note that Derson got, the one that was under the mystery book.
Early in the morning, Desen and I sat together for breakfast. The breakfast was plentiful: walnut bread, buttered bread, fruit and vegetable salad, milk crackers, grilled fish, and also black tea, milk, and juice. I ate a lot, almost nonstop, until I was truly full before putting down my knife and fork.
Desen smiled and said, "It seems you've recovered."
He seemed to know everything about what happened between me and Bernard.
I smiled, wiped my hands with a tissue, and said, "What you said before made a lot of sense; even the deepest feelings can be divided by interests."
His smile deepened. "It's good that you understand."
"Tell me, what do you need me to do?"
"I have no idea."
I was slightly taken aback. "You don't know?"
"Nobody knows how the situation will develop or how to respond next."
I suspect he has a plan, but he won't tell me easily. To him, I am an outsider, or rather, everyone except himself is an outsider.
After breakfast, I sat on the garden steps, watching little Asmin play hide-and-seek with the maids. Asmin hid among the rose bushes, but a maid found her and started to cry. The maid tried to comfort her, but Asmin reached out and hit her. The maid didn't flinch, simply letting Asmin hit her face. At first, I didn't pay much attention, but Asmin kept hitting, until the maid's face swelled slightly.
I immediately stood up, grabbed Xiaoyaming's hand, and said angrily, "How could you hit her like that?"
Little Asmin felt wronged and burst into tears. Her maidservant hurriedly said, "Your Highness, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt."
The other maids quickly added, "Your Highness, it's nothing, just children playing around."
"Yes, it's just that the kids couldn't stop themselves for a moment."
Little Asmin stopped crying immediately, then reached out and slapped the little maid's face, laughing as she said, "Hit, hit!"
I was furious and grabbed Xiaoyasmin's hand again. "If you hit people again, I'll hit you like this too."
Little Asmin burst into tears again, this time crying so hard that the maids couldn't soothe her no matter what they did. The eldest maid looked at me and quickly took her away.
"I want my father! I want my father!" Little Asmin cried and shouted at me, clinging to her maid's shoulder.
I was so angry that I was about to rush over, but Aya and Hailuo quickly stopped me. Hailuo advised, "Which noble lady doesn't grow up like this? She didn't hit you that hard."
"Miss is still young, please don't get angry!" Aya also tried to persuade her.
I was persuaded to go back to my room, still angry, my chest heaving. "Never mind," Hero brought me a cup of hot black tea, "I heard that the Elf King's daughter in the Secret Realm has to be trained to kill."
"What?!" I asked in disbelief, "Is it true?"
“I’ve only heard about it,” Helo quickly said. “I don’t know if it’s true or not. All of the Elf King’s children have to undergo special training when they are young, which includes…” She didn’t dare to say the word “murder” aloud.
I felt a deep sense of helplessness and frustration.
I was unable to take both daughters back to raise them at the same time, and the Elf King will not give them to me either; he will raise them in his own way.
At dinner, Derson, perhaps having heard about what happened in the garden and seeing that I hadn't eaten much, laughed and said, "It's just a child being naughty, nothing serious. Is it really worth losing your appetite for dinner?"
“It’s not your child, so of course you don’t care,” I said coldly.
Derson laughed, "My bastards' maids are carried out at least five or six a month."
"What do you mean?!" I exclaimed, slightly startled.
"That's exactly what I mean," Derson said tactfully.
"What exactly do you mean?!" I pressed.
“Maids and servants are meant to be the source of their masters’ amusement,” Desmond said tactfully.
It was only when I took a bath before going to bed that I learned from Hero that being "carried out" meant being beaten black and blue, covered in bruises, and unconscious before being carried out for medical treatment.
"Were all done by the illegitimate children?" I asked in surprise.
“Sometimes they are illegitimate children,” Hero sighed.
Why are they fighting like this?
"Sometimes it's because I'm bored, sometimes it's because I'm in a bad mood, sometimes it's because I've been hit by someone and then I take it out on them."
Seeing my shock, Hailuo said, "Not to mention the relationship between masters and servants, even illegitimate children and legitimate children often fight. Illegitimate children without a powerful backer or who are physically weaker will be beaten by stronger illegitimate children, and legitimate children will also beat illegitimate children. They can even beat them to death without paying for it. So, under normal circumstances, illegitimate children will avoid legitimate children, unless the illegitimate child is particularly favored by the father."
I sighed, and Hero continued, "The children born in wedlock are a little better off, but that's only on the surface. They fight fiercely behind the scenes, like Prince Bernard, Crown Prince Ivanhoe, and Prince Desen. The three of them are the victors; the princes who lost are either exiled, go mad, or die."
"What about the princess? Why haven't I seen a single princess since I came to the Eastern Territory?" I couldn't help but ask.
“How could a princess survive?” Hero picked up a towel for me. “Besides the South, there aren’t many princesses in the East, West, and North. The King of the East only has illegitimate daughters, and they’re all out of favor, married off to his subjects. He used to have two legitimate princesses, both born to Queen Nere. One didn’t live to adulthood, dying of illness, while the other did, but was driven to her death by her husband. Of course, the husband was also punished. Some say it was a conspiracy by the King of the East, sacrificing his own daughter to obtain the copper mine that her husband’s family had monopolized for generations. After his daughter’s death, the husband was considered a murderer, sentenced to hanging, and his family declined, so the copper mine fell into the hands of the King of the East.”
"What about the North and the West?" I shuddered.
"There are no princesses in the North, and the king is still young. There are no princesses in the West either. The king of the West only loves men. His two sons born in his early years are weak and have no offspring since their marriages."
I sighed repeatedly and said nothing more.
The next day, I called Asmin over and decided to teach her myself.
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