Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1384

Celeste's

fists tightened, and there was a sharp glint in her eyes. "That's why I say the heavens are unfair. How could this happen?"

"You said it yourself-it's all about one's birth. Even the woman you call an old hag also comes from a noble family," Carissa replied calmly, her voice carrying a subtle sense of superiority.

Celeste hated that attitude more than anything, for it reminded her of Eleanor-the one who stood in the clouds while Celeste could only crawl in the dust below. Her anger flared, her chest rising and falling sharply.

"So what if she's of noble birth? She was still rejected by her own husband," Celeste taunted.

"Mr. Prince? She never cared for him at all," Carissa said dismissively. "It's only you who treats him like some precious gem."

"He's no gem to me, he's a waste of space," Celeste spat, her expression hardening.

Carissa smiled contemptuously. "What I know isn't quite like that. You even had a child with him. Knowing full well that desertion is a grave crime, you followed him without hesitation. I've seen enough people like you people who say one thing and do another."

her face turning scarlet with rage. But then, she composed herself and laughed bitterly. "Ha, so you want to trick me? Fine. Yes, I loved him. I couldn't stop myself from running away with

just going through the motions. The scribe will write the confession we need, and I'll be able to file my report." Celeste sucked in

cold as ice as she said, "It's not framing-it's the truth. Mr. Prince embezzled military funds because you incited him to do so. He

her fury bubbling over. "Don't you dare twist the truth! I didn't make him do anything! He's the one who embezzled the military funds because he wanted to indulge in pleasures. He's the one who ran away from the battlefield out of fear for his life. After fleeing the Southern Frontier, he didn't

treated them like slaves, not even giving them decent food. They were angry and all did was help them get a bit

had seduced Oliver, leading him to do many foolish

didn't warrant death.

her-if- they said she had incited him, or even plotted to steal from

finished speaking. But as she saw the flash of light in Carissa's eyes, she realized she had been baited into confessing. Her face twisted with

high-born ladies are just as good at manipulating others. In that case, why do

usual calm demeanor. "I don't look down on you. You've broken

horses, make me sick. Stop pretending to be virtuous. Do you think

with a bowl of soup or a cup of coffee. Spare me the act. You're

rose from her chair, pushing