Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Samuel returned to the manor on Hibiscus Lane and immediately went to rinse his mouth, spitting out the blood. He couldn't let Ruby worry.

In Hibiscus Lane, there were only two shop servants-one in the kitchen, and the other likely attending to Ruby.

Samuel used the cold water in the dining room to rinse his mouth, feeling a sharp pain throbbing in his head. The left side of his mouth felt as though it were splitting open, and he had to endure the pain for a while before he could force back his tears. Leona was so ruthless. She had her husband beaten time and again.

Samuel had been blinded by her gentle and mild demeanor, not realizing how jealous she truly was.

Her cousin, the Hell Monarch's princess consort, was just like her-they were one and the same.

He had been beaten, and both his grandmother and father would surely know. So, he had an excuse to leave in anger. If he were asked to return again, he wouldn't go back so easily.

"Bill, bring me that handkerchief..." he called out, before remembering that Bill had not come with him from Gracehold Estate.

Bill's bond papers were with his mother, and she had forbidden him from coming.

Years of living in luxury and privilege had made him feel that his current situation was unbearably shabby and pitiful.

top scholar and then marrying a duchess and becoming her consort. Although he was just starting his career, everyone said his future was limitless. Yet, the grandeur of those days had only made his current situation seem more desolate. After rinsing

dressed neatly with hairpins in her hair.

called out, embracing her from behind and kissing her

Her face, no longer gentle and charming, seemed to have

suddenly felt empty. He stared blankly. "But to me,

eyes

heart sank. "Ruby,

up the bag and said flatly, "I waited for you to return to say goodbye. From now

shocked, and his expression

looked at him. Her once tender eyes were now like shards of

Estate come? Did someone from the duchess' side come? Did

close. "Don't worry about what they say or

"I'm the one who doesn't want you. Look at yourself now. You've lost your official position and your title as heir. You'll never inherit the title again. All you have is the fame of a top scholar, which is worthless now. The entire

for favows

to find a mentor, but even they wouldn't want you because of your

believe the woman before him had become so cold and unfamiliar. His heart felt like it was