After sending away another duke, Bai Wu's smile had frozen on her face.
Anderson noticed her fatigue, put down the wine glass in his hand and squeezed her shoulder gently.
"If you're tired, go back and rest quickly. Just leave it to me."
Just as Bai Wu was about to shake her head, a figure suddenly appeared in her sight.
Before she could see the face of the person coming, a joking voice with a hint of provocation came into her ears:
"The relationship between my uncle and my aunt is really good. Their beautiful wedding was ruined, but they are still able to handle the funeral arrangements for my father with ease in this palace. This is really an eye-opener for me as a nephew."
Come on, no need to guess, no one in the empire except Celia can say this if he deserves a beating.
As expected, Bai Wu looked up and met his disdainful eyes.
Once Brandt died, the rebelliousness and unruliness in him became even more uncontrollable. He wore a black dress extremely inappropriately, with not only the cuffs rolled up, but also the collar wide open.
Looking away slightly, Bai Wu saw Aisi following him.
In just a few months, she quickly shrank into a ruined flower. All the domineering and calm arrogance she had in the past was gone, leaving only timidity and fear.
After meeting Bai Wu's eyes, she obviously wanted to say something, but then she quickly lowered her head when she touched Celia in front of her.
Bai Wu concealed the sarcasm in her eyes, took the initiative to step forward, smiled and took Aisi's hand.
"Sister, we finally meet again. I wonder how you have been lately?"
Aisi moved her white lips, and an almost imperceptible fear flashed across her eyes.
When he saw the look in Celia's direction, the fear became even more intense.
She quickly let go of Bai Wu's hand and pulled the corners of her lips forcefully.
"I, I'm living a good life, I don't need you to worry about me."
Bai Wu secretly clicked her tongue.
It was because of how much she was tortured by Celia that her sister, who had always been arrogant and arrogant, became like this.
She was about to continue speaking, but Anderson pulled her into his arms.
Anderson didn't seem to like his nephew, and the gentle smile on his face also faded at this time.
"Celia, this is your father's funeral, please maintain some royal etiquette."
Celia snorted: "Little uncle, don't educate me with your hypocritical rhetoric. When your father dies, aren't you the happiest person? Oh, by the way, I may disappoint you. Now Brandt
I am the most noble crown prince in the empire."
Then, he looked directly at Bai Wu with his naked eyes.
"Little aunt, it's still too late for you to abandon the dark side and turn to the light. My little uncle is in poor health and can't give you happiness. How about considering me, the future Brant IV? After all, I miss our previous encounter."
After speaking, he took a sip of the red wine in the glass, the corners of his raised lips were wanton and arrogant, and his amber eyes were filled with determination to win.
Anderson frowned deeply.
Bai Wu, who was leaning in his arms, smiled slightly, stretched out the champagne glass in her hand, and lightly bumped into his glass, making a nice crisp sound.
"Your Highness Celia, although fine wine is good, it is not advisable to drink too much, as it will cause bad things."
"Moreover, the person I met you before was obviously my sister Aisi, the noble Crown Princess behind you. How could Your Highness confuse right and wrong to sow discord between Anderson and me?"
Celia narrowed her eyes.
He was indeed a little sullen, but more than anything, he was interested in the woman in front of him who looked gentle but actually had blue eyes full of mockery.
He really deserves to be the person he likes.
Anderson noticed Celia's excessively naked gaze, and pulled Bai Wu behind him with a stern face.
"Celia, please be respectful, otherwise don't blame me for being rude to you."
Celia smiled, drank all the red wine in the glass in one breath, and then dragged Ais away.
Aisi looked back reluctantly.
Those eyes were clearly filled with pain and despair.
But Bai Wu turned around as if she hadn't seen him.
Ais was unwilling to give in and finally coaxed Celia into the room. After getting rid of the maid who was looking at her, she finally found an opportunity to stop Merlin in the corridor outside.
Mei Lin didn't show much joy when she saw her, but instead frowned with a stern expression.
"what are you doing here?"
Aisi fell to her knees on the ground with a plop and began to burst into tears.
"Mother, Aisi knows that she was wrong. Aisi should not have had her own way in the first place. I"
Mei Lin closed her eyes, looking like she didn't want to see her again, and interrupted her with a sneer.
"Crown Princess, why do you need to pay such a big courtesy to me, a duchess? Your mother is the late queen, not Merlin Rhodes."
Aisi froze on the spot.
She raised her head in disbelief and looked at Mei Lin, who had an indifferent expression.
The person who once loved her most was now avoiding her like a savage beast.
She stretched out her hand in panic, wanting to prove it again.
But Mei Lin coldly lifted up her skirt and took a step back.
"Let me tell you one last time, you have nothing to do with the Rhodes family now. Whether you are happy or in pain, I don't want to know."
"Also, remember to stay away from Miriam. If anything goes too far with you again, don't blame me for being merciless."
She wanted to say something more, but in the end she just stared at her with disappointment and turned around to leave.
Aisi collapsed to the ground, covering her face in despair and suffering.
Why does this happen?
Why is God always reluctant to let her go?
"Sister, what's wrong with you?"
A voice came from behind, successfully making Ais stop crying.
This voice was very familiar to her. It belonged to Miriam.
An uncontrollable flash of resentment flashed across her eyes, but she quickly suppressed it.
At least the only person she can use now is Miriel!
So she quickly turned around and threw herself into Bai Wu's arms and burst into tears.
"Miriel, my dear sister, you must save me. If you don't save me, I will die here."
Bai Wu was startled and quickly helped her up.
"Sister, what's wrong with you? Let's talk about it when you get up."
Ais choked and stood up, then gently rolled up her sleeves, revealing scars and bruises all over her arms.
Seeing this, Bai Wu gasped and covered her mouth: "Oh my God, this is-"
Ais smiled bitterly.
"That Celia is basically a devil in sheep's clothing. In the past few months of being married to him, there hasn't been a day when he hasn't tortured me. I'm really about to be driven crazy by him."
Then she held Bai Wu's hand tightly.
"So Miriel, please, help me. No one in this world can help me escape from the abyss except you."
Bai Wu's eyes were filled with distress, and then she hugged her directly.
"My good sister, you are my dearest person, how could I not help you?"
"Don't worry, I will definitely rescue you."
From this abyss to another abyss.
My dear sister.
sorry.
After the grand national mourning is over, the next issue that attracts the most attention is the succession to the throne.
Celia seemed to be determined to win this, and had already lived the life of an emperor in advance before the Pope officially announced the edict.
In this regard, the Dukes had no choice but to turn a blind eye.
After all, with Isilia's current strength and skills, it would be easy for them to shut up or even disappear from the entire empire.
After surviving the winter solstice, the Pope finally announced the day for the succession ceremony.
On this day, Celia came to the hall dressed up early and walked straight to the throne on the top floor regardless of everyone's gaze.
This behavior aroused the dissatisfaction of the Archpope.
"Your Highness Celia, is there something wrong with you doing this?"
Celia paused, then under the dissatisfied gaze of the Archpope, she patted the non-existent dust on the high-back chair, then stood aside and smiled slightly:
"What the Pope said is that there is no rush at this moment."
His elegant and gentlemanly royal appearance is covered with power and desire, and the whole person looks arrogant and formidable.
The Pope frowned, but ultimately said nothing.
Celia laughed twice, and then waved to Ais below.
"My princess, why are you standing so far away? Come here quickly."
Although his tone was extremely gentle and his eyes were so doting, Ais could not help but tremble.
Because just last night this man had done a lot of violence to her, and her shoulder blades were still hurting.
But, this hellish life is almost over.
Because just yesterday, Miriel came to her and said that she had found a way to help her escape. As long as tonight passed, she would be a completely free person!
Enduring her fear and disgust, Aisi slowly held Celia's hand and stood beside him.
Then, Celia's semi-threatening eyes slowly cast their gaze on the Pope.
The Archpope reluctantly stood up.
No matter how dissatisfied he was, Celia was the crown prince after all, and he had no power to disobey him at all.
After receiving the scepter and crown handed over by the believers, the Pope cleared his throat and grimaced.
"Everyone, I declare——"
"Wait!" A clear female voice interrupted him.
In full view of everyone, Bai Wu, wearing a black dress, slowly walked in from outside the hall.
Celia's brows showed a bit of displeasure, but he smoothed it over immediately.
He adjusted his gloves slowly, but his tone was full of impatience.
"Little aunt, if you don't stay with Uncle Anderson now, what are you doing here?"
Bai Wu stood in the center of the hall neither humble nor arrogant, not at all timid due to the curious gazes of everyone, but a faint smile appeared on her lips.
Her blond hair was tied back on her head, without even a decorative hairband, but it still made her look as beautiful as a sculpture.
Nothing is more satisfying to God than this.
"Your Highness Celia, where you are now is not the place you should be. Please move down."
Celia laughed.
"Little aunt, I didn't lose my temper because of your face. If little aunt came here intending to abandon the secret and turn to the light, then I can reluctantly let you go."
Aisi on the side couldn't help but clenched her fists when she heard this sentence.
Her nominal husband not only abused her like a slave, but he even loved her as her own sister.
How ironic.
Bai Wu wasn't angry at all, she just walked forward slowly until she was only one foot away from Celia.
Anderson below couldn't help but frowned when he saw this.
Miriel, what is she going to do?
Bai Wu chuckled lightly, raised her mountain-like eyebrows slightly, and looked at Celia with a more playful look.
"Your Highness Celia, I hope you can still be so calm after I say the following words."
She turned around and raised her right hand above her head, revealing the black box that she had been holding in her hand.
"Everyone, I have a suicide note written by Brant III!"
The girl's clear voice reached every corner of the hall, causing an uproar in an instant.
Celia was stunned at first, and then laughed again and again.
"Princess Miriel, who are you trying to scare? Who doesn't know that my father passed away suddenly? How could he have written a will in advance? Let alone hand it over to you."
Bai Wu was not afraid of his forcing gaze. She smiled slightly and stroked her hair on her temples.
"You can tell at a glance whether it is true or false. Do you think so, Lord Pope?"
As she spoke, she handed the black box to the Pope.
The Pope took it with a solemn expression.
Celia also darkened her face.
How come he didn't know there was such a thing as a posthumous edict?
Isn't he the crown prince?
Why did that old guy write a suicide note again?
Anderson thought for a moment, then slowly walked up to Bai Wu.
"How are you?"
Bai Wu patted the back of his hand reassuringly: "Don't worry, dear, everything goes well, we just need to wait for the results."
The Pope took out the contents of the box, read them carefully for a moment, and relaxed his eyebrows.
"This is indeed the handwriting of Brant III! The seal above is also carried by His Majesty. There is no way it is fake."
"How can it be?!"
Celia immediately questioned, then stepped down the steps with leather boots and snatched the parchment from the Pope's hand.
After seeing the contents inside, his pupils suddenly dilated, and then he threw the parchment to the ground angrily.
"Impossible! This must be fake! Someone must have forged it!"
Then he laughed heartily, raised his hand and pointed at Anderson, gritting his teeth.
"You must have done it, right? Otherwise, why would it say that you should inherit the throne?!"
Everyone suddenly gasped.
Brant III actually made a special edict for Prince Anderson to inherit the throne?
But think about it, after all, what Celia did was too excessive, and His Majesty might have noticed it a long time ago.
Anderson frowned slightly and said very calmly: "I don't know about the existence of the edict and it has nothing to do with me."
"How come it has nothing to do with you?" Celia stepped forward and grabbed his collar, "You two worked so well together, you even hid it from me——"
Bai Wu hurriedly acted nervous and stepped forward to pull Celia's arm away.
