The Price is Everything of Yours (76 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 237

“You’ve come.”

Kaymil’s confinement had been sudden—and its lifting was just as sudden.

The messenger who visited the princess’s palace delivered the Emperor’s summons along with permission for her to move freely outside. And in the private audience chamber where father and daughter were left alone, the Emperor’s first words were exactly that.

Kaymil smiled, baring her teeth. The obedient demeanor she had displayed until now had vanished without a trace from her mocking eyes. The Emperor instantly realized this and shouted angrily.

“How dare you look at the Emperor like that! Do you even dare resent me?”

Since the reason for her confinement had been the alleged attempt on the Crown Prince’s life, Kaymil—though a direct-line imperial princess and bearer of the Jewel Eye—would have faced summary execution had she not been who she was. Believing his daughter had grown far too shameless, the Emperor flew into a rage.

But Kaymil saw through her father’s thoughts as clearly as if they were written on his face. The sole bearer of the Jewel Eye in this generation, of direct imperial blood, reasonably attractive in appearance… Her father had never known difficulty in his entire life.

Raised on constant adulation, he possessed a peculiarly naive arrogance and could not fathom that he might ever miss something important.

Abelus was his father’s spitting image. Until very recently, Kaymil had welcomed the foolishness of these two men—it had never restricted her own actions.

‘When the court was in chaos, I quietly fixed matters and planted my people everywhere, and neither of you even noticed.’

Yes, the Crown Prince was Abelus. And despite their worries that Kaymil might encroach upon her younger brother’s authority, she had already seized control of state affairs from behind the scenes.

After all, she had long ago begun carefully obscuring the Emperor’s vision.

Though her control had limits, in certain departments—particularly those concerning the Imperial Investigative Corps—the Emperor was little more than a puppet.

How many important prisoners had been fabricated, or quietly pardoned without their knowledge, all for her vision of an ideal court?

Though her efforts received little praise, Kaymil took pride in elevating the imperial house’s glory and was quite satisfied with her position.

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