It was a seemingly friendly smile, but upon closer inspection, her eyes were consistently cold. There was nothing to criticize. The gaze that quickly scanned from Louise’s head to toe was a contempt for the rural wallpaper-like family.

Princess Anblin had opposed the relationship between Louise and the Crown Prince from the time when the scandal occurred during their first greeting at the royal palace until now, eight years later.

The unchanged gaze, which was truly unchanging from the day she first came to greet the royal family, was contempt for the provincial wallpaper family itself.

“Isn’t the hat a bit small?”

This time, it was about the hat.
“The Crown Princess has a relatively large face, so she always needs to be careful when choosing a hat.”

No. It was about the face. Louise was listening quietly, faintly smiling.

“My words. Do you understand what I mean?”

With a broad smile, the way she concluded it made Louise appear lacking in understanding.

Chirp. Unfurling a silk fan, Anblin gracefully fluttered the fan and directed her gaze beyond the glass window. The princess, sitting upright by the sunny window, shone like a proud jewel.

“I’m always grateful for your teachings.”

Louise, with a smile on her face, looked up at her husband.

Since coming to the palace, she had cried a lot. Due to criticisms of her lack of elegance, she was engulfed in fear whenever she stood in front of people, and she devoted herself to practice after being told she stumbled like a duck while dancing.

Being invited to tea parties and avoiding Louise was customary, and making Louise uncomfortable with incorrect information was a routine.

Louise tried to gain recognition, opened her heart to become friends. When she finally achieved the perfect image of a Crown Princess after sweating hard, she realized. Everything was in vain.

The princess hated only herself. Just that. Simply because of her humble origin.

“I chose that hat for her.”

Alex said, locking eyes with his wife. Anblin, who frowned, turned her head to look at her sister-in-law.

“Did my brother think that was pretty?”

“It doesn’t matter to mom. Ann. As long as Louise’s face looks good.”

The flame in his eyes flared like a man still passionately in love. Louise blushed.

As long as Anblin wasn’t there, he seemed ready to share love in the carriage right away. Anblin was annoyed by that sight.

Anblin hoped her friend, Princess Catherine of Lontos, would become her sister. That’s why. She hated Louise even more.

There was no reason for the Crown Princess, who had no reason to be loved so much, to dislike her because of her stupid sister-in-law who fell for her older brother, the Crown Prince.

Olivia Blanchett overlapped with Louise, who was embarrassed by her husband’s wrist kiss.

Could men mistake the sympathy they feel for pitiable women as love?

Otherwise, there was no way to explain Edgar’s attitude toward that woman.

Yeah. Sympathy.

By belittling Edgar’s emotions like that, the weight of the turmoil that suppressed his heart seemed to have become a bit lighter.

“It tickles. Honey.”

Louise, shyly, smiled as she pushed away the Crown Prince, who was kissing her wrist like he owned it.

She naturally picked up the newspaper she had laid on the chair.

“Is there any important news?”

Alex asked.

“Yes. It’s a very interesting article.”

Louise giggled like a cat and glanced at the princess. Anblin sat up straight like a doll, staring out the window.
It was evident that she hadn’t received the news yet, as she busily adorned herself since the morning.

“Have you read the article about the Dublin Club?”

Louise asked, slightly raising her voice.

“Oh! The Conqueror of the Holy Ground?”

“Yes. Olivia Blanchett.”

At that moment, the movement of the fan, fluttering like a spring breeze, came to a halt. Anblin looked at Louise and asked,

“The Conqueror of the Holy Ground? What does that mean?”

Instead of answering, Louise handed the newspaper to Anblin.

…!

Anblin’s pupils widened.

Today’s morning newspaper began with a sensational headline.

“What is this…?”

Her bright red lips trembled, and she couldn’t continue her words.

“Olivia Blanchett, Conquering the Holy Ground.”

As she followed along with the article, she felt Anblin’s freezing gaze.

Seeing Anblin’s frozen reaction, Louise couldn’t help but burst into laughter inwardly.

Even the daughter of a prestigious family found it awkward. How much more unbearable would it be compared to a bastard born out of an affair?

“She seems like a truly remarkable woman. Don’t you think so, Your Highness?”

Seeing the princess, who always acted high and mighty in front of Louise, break her composure and waver, just witnessing this moment made all the accumulated resentment disappear.

Louise quietly covered her mouth with the fan and enjoyed the pleasure of this moment.

Anblin barely managed to regain her breath, struggling to steady her trembling hands. She forced strength into her shaky hands and focused on the article.

Thus, she became the first woman to break the taboo of the Dublin Cricket & Tennis Club, they said…

Unbelievable.