Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 302

Margaret's words left Helen feeling both proud and a bit guilty.

Helen had deliberately not invited Carissa today to give the latter a hard time, but Carissa didn't seem to mind at all. Instead, she even sent a masterpiece from her guild senior as a gift. This made Helen realize that Carissa not only knew how to conduct herself, but was also generous and magnanimous.

In comparison, Helen now felt she had been petty and narrow-minded.

Noticing the envy and jealousy in the eyes of the other concubines, Helen's opinion of Carissa improved- if only just a little. She wasn't willing to give her too much credit, after all.

Eleanor and her daughter walked over to take a look at the painting. While they were indeed impressed, since the painting wasn't theirs, they felt the need to belittle it.

Eleanor disregarded her status and past displays of good manners, and said, "Kyle is known for his orchid paintings. If she truly wanted to give you something, it should have been an orchid painting. Sending a snowy mountain painting is just perfunctory."

If anyone else had said this, it might have sparked some discontent.

But not with Helen. She responded, "I never liked orchids."

like she had punched a pillow, and

know? The orchid paintings were the

snowy mountain painting, Luke rushed in

Lady Sinclair had someone send over several paintings. Since you were hosting guests. today, she wanted to offer them for

overjoyed. "Really?

to literature and the arts. Some were from prominent literary families, while others were high-ranking civil servants. Of course,

aristocratic houses.

were esteemed arts, and they were eager to witness the best

this were rare-perhaps once in

However, those who understood the situation knew that the real star

and gracious. There wasn't a single person present who could match her magnanimity. Even though she wasn't invited and

striking-a soldier stood resolutely beneath the city gate. His armor was rusted and

blackened and skin cracked, with dirt caked under his nails. His fingers were slightly bent as he clutched the spear, pointing it forward with unwavering resolve.

Victory Pass and imagine their hardships. They could see how these men, despite being battered by the elements, continued to stand guard at the city gate, protecting the peace