Sister, I'm the Queen This Life (330 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 47
Ariadne was not the only one who returned to the banquet hall after her victory. Isabella, who had been utterly defeated in their verbal duel, shamelessly slithered back into the banquet hall as well.
However, unlike Ariadne—who stood at the very center of the hall like a triumphant general, escorted closely by Prince Alfonso, chatting amiably with elderly and influential nobles—Isabella huddled in a corner of the powder room, squatting amidst a cluster of girls her age.
“That wretched girl!”
Isabella gathered her inner circle and vented her fury. The group consisted of slightly more than ten but fewer than fifteen young ladies. They formed the core peer group of San Carlo high society.
The styles they wore became trends for young noblewomen excluded from their circle, and those trends spread the following year as “the latest fashion from San Carlo,” reaching not only every region of the Etruscan Kingdom but even the court of Montpellier in the Kingdom of Galico beyond the Prinoiak Mountains—a land whose culture lagged behind that of Etruria.
For such a refined gathering of noble girls to hear someone use a crude term like “girl” in their presence was shocking. The other young ladies stared at Isabella in surprise upon hearing her harsh words, and Isabella quickly cleared her throat and tapped her lips gently with her fan.
She desperately wanted to tell someone about the outrageous, horrifying incident of insubordination that had just befallen her, but these girls had been raised too delicately.
If she confided in them, they would surely respond with disbelief—“Could it have been a dream, Lady de Mare?” or “Your own younger sister tried to push you down the stairs while saying something so dreadful?”—and she’d be deemed the strange one.
Moreover, she simply couldn’t bring herself to admit to her peer group that she’d been thoroughly insulted by someone she’d always looked down upon. That would be unbearably humiliating.
Yet the rage inside her was so intense she couldn’t possibly suppress it. Thus, omitting only the fact that she herself had been insulted, Isabella began criticizing Ariadne, seizing every possible fault she could find.
“I truly wore this white dress because I thought Ariadne looked perfectly fine! I have no idea why she spoke to me like that!”
All the young ladies present were Isabella’s friends, so they had no choice but to accept her words at face value.
A few secretly suspected Isabella might be fabricating or exaggerating, but with Isabella’s maids standing firmly by her side, anyone who voiced doubt risked being branded a traitor—and so no one dared speak their suspicions aloud.
Meanwhile, two or three others genuinely and enthusiastically believed and supported Isabella.
“Young Lady de Mare is truly despicable.”
After Being Cheated On, She Picked Up a Treasure (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: The husband I married on a whim had been secretly in love with me for a long time.
On the day when Jun Shao finally obtained the imperial decree for her marriage, Lan Qu, the person she had admired for six years, defied the decree and ran away.
Her gentleness and devotion, her promise of a lifetime together, were all disregarded by him. Instead, he dreamed of entering the palace to serve the Emperor’s sister as a sixth-rank attendant.
News of this incident spread throughout the capital, and the alleys in front of and behind the Lan mansion were crowded with people who came to watch the commotion.
Jun Shao should have been embarrassed and angry.
But someone stepped in to protect her dignity.
The figure was in a miserable state, yet still possessed an undeniable elegance and handsomeness.
The young lord struggled to climb the wall of the Lan mansion and shouted to her, “If he won’t marry you, I will!”
So, Jun Shao took advantage of the situation and married the person.
She thought the young lord did it to save the Lan family from the crime of defying the imperial decree, but never imagined that from beginning to end, what he coveted was her.
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After the wedding, Jun Shao felt like she was living in a dream.
Her Wife-master was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting, skilled in the six arts, well-versed in poetry and literature, capable of being gentle and attentive, and also grand and dignified. Most importantly, she was the only one in his heart and eyes.
Jun Shao didn’t know how Lan Shiwu, as a illegitimate son without a father and blessed with beauty, had managed to preserve his purity, recklessly escape, and use his last ounce of strength to ruin his own reputation, all because of his love for her, just to stand before her.
She could only see him gazing at her with eyes full of love, and when she bestowed a name upon him, his eyes shone like stars.
“You have come to me like a weary bird perching on a branch. I shall call you A Qi.”
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Sancha could only nod admiringly at her mistress’s cunning. Cardinal de Mare had
I liked it too. Ariadne is very smart. Although Isabella is no less than that.
“You’re not someone who can elope with any woman you fancy and live freely. You
Queen Margaret is very wise. Status is very important. The marriage of princes and kings is different from that of the common people.
“What’s wrong, Camellia? You already have your fiancé, Signor Ottavio—what’s the
I don’t know why Ottavio always reminds me of Brutus. “Even you, Brutus?” (>▽<)
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I’m still curious of what Alphonso meant by the last chapter
I’m still curious of what Alphonso meant by the last chapter
So Alphonso is misunderstanding now?