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"too slow!"

The strong and deep voice shouted with anger,

"Karta! Your mind is not at peace! How on earth have you been practicing recently!"

The tip of the sword was only one centimeter away from tearing the uniform apart. Karta quickly retracted the sword, put his right hand against his chest, and saluted in a half-crouched posture:

"Father, that's because your swordsmanship is too exquisite!"

"Exquisite? You really don't know why I summoned you?"

Emperor Kevin sneered, and the atmosphere suddenly froze as if falling into a world of ice.

Kevin patted his second son's cheek. He didn't use any force at all, but it was like two sharp slaps falling on Carta.

He grabbed Carta's collar, whispered into his ear and asked:

"Where have you been thinking lately? Tell me? You dare to poison Grace today, what about tomorrow?"

"Is there going to be a rebellion and a coup to replace me?"

Cold sweat suddenly broke out on Karta's forehead, and he explained stumblingly:

"Father, it was not me who poisoned me. I...Wanwan, how could I have such thoughts..."

Snap, Kevin directly raised his palm, leaving a bright red palm print on the side of Carta's face, and then pushed him away with an extremely domineering palm.

The young man's body hit the dining table, and the tableware and desserts clinked all over the floor.

"Shut up, you bastard who can't even speak clearly."

He angrily unbuttoned his collar to get some air, and glanced sideways at his useless son.

"There are more than 400 ambassadors in Cardan, and there are so many pairs of eyes watching. If that old immortal Cardan knows, I raised such a thing."

"Didn't that make him laugh so big that his teeth fell off?"

Karta didn't care about the burning pain on his face. He waved his hands and defended in a panic,

"Father, it's really not me who poisoned her. If it was Grace who was poisoned, why would I poison her?"

Anger welled up in his heart, and the emperor's eyebrows stood up. He hated iron for not becoming steel. He took a deep breath and pointed at Carta's nose and cursed:

"Idiot! Do you think I don't know that the person you want to poison is Victoria?"

"If you have the courage to poison her to death silently, I will look at you with admiration."

"But you - you are not clean in your work, and you are not up to date at all. How can I trust you to be in charge of a country again!"

He waved his hand, rubbed his Tutu temples, and said tiredly:

"The Lou Andale family is preparing to make a move. They are trying to get me to make Victoria the crown prince every day. Please take care of the aftermath tomorrow and don't cause any more trouble for me."

"Yes, Father."

Kalta nodded and agreed with trepidation.

"If you know this, why don't you get out!"

The handsome prince fled as dejectedly as a bereaved dog, leaving only the lonely emperor in the palace.

Kevin fastened the buttons on his collar calmly, as if he were a god without sorrow or joy, and murmured softly:

"What a pity...that woman's child was not poisoned."

He put the sword back into its scabbard and walked towards the gate, preparing to return to the palace to rest.

But the swift steps suddenly stopped, as if he stepped on something slippery.

He looked down and saw that it was a cream cake covered in frosting, and the king figure made of chocolate had been broken into two pieces.

The creator's intentions can also be seen from these ruins.

It seems like the dessert that Grace sent before?

The things she gave away were just as gaudy and useless as the people she gave away.

He frowned in disgust, then left without mercy.

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Ham Palace, where the second prince's bedroom is located, is not far from Lane Palace, where the emperor lives.

Here, gorgeous fragrance floats in the air like mist, and there are a dazzling array of expensive paintings and all kinds of strange decorations.

The dazzling golden chandeliers on the ceiling extend inward along with the cashmere red carpet. The luxurious and intoxicating, jewel-like, red and gold ambitions lead to the prince's palace.

But Karta had no intention of stopping and admiring all this beauty and luxury.

There was a clang - he kicked the door open angrily, as if to vent his anger for the bright red palm prints on his face.

The maid on call bowed and said tremblingly at the door:

"Your Highness Carta, the Miss Serena you requested is waiting for you in the bath..."

On normal days, he would have spent a wonderful night with this Cinderella excavated from the slums with great pleasure.

He clearly feels that way now.

"roll!"

His chest heaved and he yelled angrily, "Tell her to wrap herself in a quilt and go back!"

Then he glanced at the empty but gorgeous lobby, his eyebrows dropped sharply, and he asked in an impulsive tone:

"Where's Ke Lujie? Isn't he back?"

In the center of the field of vision is a large discussion table with mahogany grain and gold, where Karta often chats with the officials of the court.

His left eye was an area he couldn't reach. A middle-aged man wearing a priest's robe stood up from the soft palace chair.

"Your Highness, I am here."

Ke Lujie had brown hair and a fat belly. He looked like a middle-aged man you can see everywhere, but his narrow eyes shone with wisdom.

He is the wisest prophet in the Holy See, and his position is second only to the Grand Priest.

So Karta still needs to have a little respect for him.

Karta exhaled a deep breath from his nose, his tone became much calmer, but he still ordered in a commanding tone:

"Teacher, tomorrow, you can help me arrange for the chief judge to settle the case cleanly."

Then, he lazily leaned back on the chair, picked up the goblet and poured himself a glass of red wine. He also poured a glass for Kruger and pushed it in front of the prophet.

Ke Lujie glanced at the blood-like wine sitting there and reminded,

"Karta, you need to wait. If you continue like this, Victoria will really become the crown prince."

"That's because I didn't kill her!!"

There was a fierce light in his one eye, Carta held the goblet and said with a sneer,

"As long as all of my father's descendants die, they will definitely fall into my trap."

Kruger raised his eyebrows slightly. He seemed to agree with Karta's view and raised his goblet.

"It has to be clean and tidy. His Majesty won't wipe your ass all the time."

"Ah."

Carta smiled contemptuously,

"I'm not that stupid. This time I went to find Keon Argerich. His son is in the dungeon now. Didn't the Ministry of Finance find a bad debt a few days ago? I asked him to suggest that it was Victoria reselling magic crystals. Caused."

"Selling magic crystals is just taking money from my father's pocket."

"Yes, my father will definitely strangle that woman's life tightly."

The corners of Karta's mouth raised frivolously, and his toes tapped the ground, as if he had imagined the beautiful reality of becoming an emperor.

"Then - drive her back to the fiefdom!"

Krueger kindly reminded, "But Keon Argerich, his character is a bit rigid and fair."

"I know, but Keon Argerich only has one son, so he will definitely agree."

Karta was sure of victory. He took a sip of the bright red wine slightly intoxicatedly, but his proud brows furrowed tightly the next second.

He spit out the bitter wine and cursed at the maid:

"Anna!! What is this?! Why are you so bitter?"

The maid came up with fear and explained softly,

"Your Highness Carta, this is the wine made by Your Highness Grace herself. A few days ago, she told us that you must drink it."

"lost."

He poured the red wine on the floor without mercy, "What quality of wine can be put on the counter?"

The bright red wine blended into the carpet without emotion.

"Yes."

The maid named Anna hurried forward to put away the brown wine bottles.

Karta looked at the busy maid and suddenly narrowed his eyes and thought of something. He asked casually:

"By the way, is Grace not dead?"

"Your Highness Carta, the news in the palace says that Her Highness Grace has recovered."

Karta's face darkened, "She is of no use, it would be best to die as soon as possible."

……

Grace had a very long dream.

The vast white mist lingers on the pure white border, and the soul is like a floating ghost hovering over the city.

She saw herself being kicked out of her family, walking like a zombie, wandering among the bitter crowd like ants.

She saw herself spending the night in the toilet of the subway station. She saw herself running into walls everywhere, unable to find her way between the vast world.

I slept on stiff wooden park benches and went to restaurants to beg for leftovers.

Being down and down is just bitter, but the fall after standing on the top of the mountain and overlooking the prosperity of the world is hell.

She saw herself wandering blankly in the lonely rainy night, her body was wet and her heart was wet, and her life seemed to have turned into a pool of dim muddy water.

So muddy that no hope can be seen.

She saw the tenth day when she was kicked out.

Walking in the dark streets, the heavy rain fell like hailstones on my cheeks, which hurt me. This was a slap in the face given to me by the ruthless God.

The only things that satiated me were an expired loaf of bread from the bakery and a half-full bottle of milk.

But among the ruthless sounds, there were waves of weak "meow meow" sounds - this was the mournful cry of a kitten.

In a trash can that had been washed away by heavy rain, she found a litter of kittens whose fur had been soaked by the rain.

The three little animals did not open their eyes, waving their young paws feebly in the rain, and kept wailing and praying, as if they were expecting a soft-hearted god.

With such heavy rain, maybe these kittens will die tomorrow.

"But...I am not a soft-hearted God..."

Grace sighed and knelt down, and finally held the three cats tightly in her arms, using her thin body to protect the cats from the rain.

She lowered her head. She didn't know when the rain would stop. Her vision was blurred in the distant rainy night, and she couldn't see the stars or the future.

"Little sister... why don't you hold an umbrella when it rains so heavily?"

I don’t know how long it took before the woman’s gentle words fell, and a pair of red high-heeled shoes full of feminine style stepped on the mud under her shapely calves.

Grace raised her head numbly, and she saw a black umbrella.Under the umbrella is a mature woman wearing a red bow tie and a professional uniform. She is like a witch walking through the night with incredible charm.

The cat in the chest struggled, and its calling voice became louder and more powerful.

They met a soft-hearted God.

She also met a soft-hearted God.

But God betrayed her.