Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 394

By the time they arrived at the capital, it was already New Year's Eve.

The New Year was the most anticipated and joyous festival of the year for the common folk. Every street to

and alley was filled with festive cheer, with households putting up decorations and preparing firework

usher in the new year.

Amidst this time of universal celebration and family reunions, Avis had passed away quietly, her death not causing even the slightest ripple in Yuvan's family. As Yuvan and his family had already arrived in the capital, the news of her death may not have reached them yet.

When Carissa entered Hell Monarch Estate, she learned that Yuvan's family had arrived and that Helen was hosting them.

As Violet handed over her horsewhip to the stable hand, she clenched her fists upon hearing the news. Her anger was so intense, she could hardly contain herself. She felt an overwhelming urge to storm in and confront Yuvan.

Rafael frowned. "When I left, they hadn't yet arrived in the capital. Clearly, they've only just come. Instead of visiting the palace first to pay respects to the queen dowager, they came straight to Hell Monarch Estate to visit me. It seems that I've underestimated my uncle in the past."

Carissa kept her gaze down, not lifting her eyes. "His visit to Hell Monarch Estate is merely a display for the king. It serves to inform His Majesty that now, in Starhaven, only the Hell Monarch is known, not the king. That's why even upon returning to the capital, Prince Yuvan must first visit Hell Monarch Estate."

Rafael, understanding his wife's pain, clearly did not want her to face them.

"Carissa, don't go see him. Go rest in our room. I'll go see what they're up to."

hint of cold determination. "Why shouldn't I see him? It's New Year's Eve, a

full of concern. "Don't be like this. If you're upset, just cry it

back, Rafael had expected her to weep in his arms, but she remained quiet and still, neither crying nor speaking. Even when she

head. Crying wouldn't change anything. It would be like carving another piece

change her clothes, she accompanied Rafael

filled the air as they approached

to be able to leave the estate

in the palace have

I truly appreciate it,"

tone steady and eamest. If e only listened, they might believe

Gillian announced as soon as she

main hall, they saw a middle-aged man

sat beside him.

in a striking coral-red

gold and

and healthy. Her hair was

concubine, who had been raised by Avis as her own. He

manners.

Two younger boys, approximately

to seventeen years old,

Their clothing