Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1343

"Do you think Madam Prince and Ms. Prince are in immediate danger?" Carissa asked.

"Madam Prince should be fine, but if Ms. Prince's fever doesn't break soon, she could be in real danger. She's too anxious. When she saw me, she kept grabbing my hand, asking if she was going to die. She kept babbling nonsense-blaming one person, then another, before turning the blame on herself for all the wrong decisions she'd made," Rowan replied.

Carissa said nothing.

She had no right to judge someone else's life, but she couldn't help but wish Viola wouldn't drag Zoey down with her. If Viola were die in Astral Prison, it would only cause panic among the Earl of Silverstone's family. This would undoubtedly increase Zoey's already heavy burden.

"Rowan, please check on them again in a couple of days."

He nodded. "Of course."

Carissa thought for a moment, then added, "I'll accompany you when you go."

She wanted to have a private conversation with Zoey. In a hopeless place like prison, having no one to

talk to and only listening to endless crying would make the days feel like years.

option was to find Jeremiah and inform him of the change in

importantly, she had to meet with the generals of the

Salvador. Then, she returned to the

rule out internal collaboration, so they needed to be ready for that.

same time, scouts needed to be dispatched to patrol the countryside surrounding the city. There were many large villas on the outskirts, some housing hundreds of people. It would be hard to know who might be

skill rather than background or identity. Many times, they would recruit refugees from other places. So long as they could work for a meal, what did it matter who they were? The search had already begun,

begin that very day, with strict surveillance of all key routes into the city. The main street leading to the palace would be a particular

visited Zoey in prison. This time, she had Randall bring Zoey to the back courtyard of the Supreme Court, where they had some meat porridge prepared for her. Zoey looked terribly worn-her face gaunt and her body frail, with large eyes that seemed devoid of life. As she looked at the porridge in front of her, inhaling its fragrant aroma, tears fell from her eyes in heavy

comfort her, letting

time. In Astral Prison, she was the pillar of strength for everyone, the one who couldn't show weakness. She had to keep

trembling. She hesitated, the thought of saving some for her children tugging at her heart. But she knew that was

see that it wasn't enough and asked for another

the silence, "That's enough, Your

porridge, in her family's current state, was a

Prince, you need to pull yourself

me that? I'm

for a bit before saying,