Sister, I'm the Queen This Life (330 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 319

Duchess Rubina sat upon her high audience chair, beautifully adorned with red silk, and glared coldly down at Countess Bartolini, Clemente.

Clemente was utterly unimpressive. Her appearance was unremarkable, and though her clothes were expensive, that was all there was to them. She showed no sense of style, nor did she possess the elegance of a well-dressed mannequin.

Yet, strangely enough, she exuded an air of nobility. The mere fact that an unattractive woman, devoid of any talent for adornment, could be seated here spoke volumes of her distinguished bloodline.

Watching such a woman cower and bow at her feet filled Rubina with a peculiar sense of satisfaction. Deliberately lowering her voice to sound stern, Rubina declared,

“I granted your impertinent, last-minute audience request”

Mini-pin’s tiny spine trembled violently.

“only because your father devoted his life to serving me.”

The relationship between the late Count Contarini and Duchess Rubina had been less that of master and servant, and more like that of allies. At times, Count Contarini had even given Rubina orders. Yet here Rubina was, seated haughtily before his daughter—Clemente was in no position to talk back.

“Speak, then. What is your business?”

It was obvious why Clemente de Bartolini had come to see Rubina. What else could she possibly say besides begging Rubina to save her natal family? Most likely, she would plead for Rubina’s intervention in the appointment of judges to the royal court.

Having finally gotten to deliver every scathing remark she’d ever wanted to fling at the daughter of Count Contarini—the man who had sometimes called her foolish and at other times pitiful—Rubina suppressed the urge to scratch her ear.

‘Ugh, just send her away already so I can finally scratch my ear.’

The new wife of the young Count Contarini was so detestable that Rubina would jolt upright in bed just thinking about her. Far from wanting to help the couple, she’d rather see them thoroughly humiliated.

That sentiment held true even though the Contarini family was Countess Bartolini’s natal house—after all, Rubina personally found the Countess herself far from likable.

Having now said everything she’d longed to say, Rubina felt she had no further use for Clemente. But Clemente’s astonishing opening words made Rubina lean so far forward in her audience chair that she nearly tumbled off.

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