Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 859

A storm of opposition swept through the court.

“This is preposterous! If such a place is established, what will become of the principles of obedience and virtue?” one official shouted, his voice rising above the others.

“Indeed! This will only embolden women, making them disrespect their in–laws, stir up jealousy, and even cause chaos in the household,” another added vehemently.

“I don’t think this reflects your views, Your Highness. This is clearly Her Grace’s idea, right? To please her, His Highness is willing to sacrifice men’s dignity. How laughable!” came another scathing remark

Salvador sat on the throne, observing the uproar below He occasionally pursed his lips or let a small smile slip, but this was a true spectacle. Since Rafael returned from the Southern Frontier, praise for him had flowed like a river, while criticism was a rare bird.

He sighed inwardly.

Ah, Rafael was still too young. He had struck a nerve with the officials. If women had an escape route, how could they be controlled? Rafael thought he was winning the hearts of the people, but in doing so, he lost the support of the scholars.

This strategy was Rafael’s miscalculation.

topic at the next court session. He hoped the situation would simmer and grow, with even more voices of

his part, didn’t want Salvador to agree too quickly either. He aimed to let the matter gain traction, ensuring that the populace would be abuzz about it. If this initiative were to be realized, it needed to make

of commotion would be perfect. By then, the entire capital would know

accommodations would take time. A month

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he would feel pressure to

the court session concluded, Rafael strolled out, hands clasped behind his back. The officials who had just condemned him now fell

had feigned outrage earlier. echoing the sentiments of others, merely regurgitating their words. Deep down, however, Davis found himself in agreement–he truly supported Rafael. If it were possible, he would have

a man well–trained for two to three decades under the thumb of his wife, Hannah, he now found himself thinking from a woman’s perspective. It was a skill honed over years of marriage. If

want to be involved in such a meaningful

Sighing inwardly, he reflected on how, at her age, she had

the streets, where the citizens buzzed with discussion. The reaction was so explosive that it felt

could hardly believe that the Hell Monarch could be so foolish. Had he lost his mind? They knew that if such a place for

even many of the women were not fully in support. Only a few–those who had

unspoken, hidden from view. No