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."

laughed bitterly. "Ha, so you

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

him to do so. He deserted his post, which was your idea too. After he fled, you ordered his men to steal his wealth and silence him. There's nothing here that

who embezzled the military funds because he wanted to indulge in pleasures. He's the one who ran

like slaves, not even giving them decent food. They were angry and all did was help them get a bit of profit. And no, he's not dead We didn't take all the money. Wedeft him one

Oliver, leading him to do many foolish things

warrant death.

pinned on her-if- they said she had incited him, or even plotted to steal from him and murder him-then there

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

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

her usual calm demeanor. "I don't look down on you.

she sneered, "Why all the pretense? You people, sitting up there on your high horses, make me sick. Stop pretending to be virtuous. Do you think sending

coffee. Spare me the act. You're just using them to boost your reputation, but you won't succeed.

rose from her chair,