Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 191

Ly used her ass reluctantly “This painting is so lifelike. It’s as if the orchids are blooming right before our eyes. The orchid branches are strong, and the faint green buds are just beginning to sprout. It wwwe too perfect to be considered a discarded work. It would be a whame to waste it on Grand Princess Eleanor.”

it’s fine Kyle loves painting orchids, so there are plenty of orchid paintings, so many that we don’t even have space for them in the study. By the way, make sure to send one to the king as well,” Carissa replied.

Salvador greatly admired Kyle and had a collection of his

calligraphy. However, he did not have any of Kyle’s orchid paintings, which were worth a fortune. Since Carissa had them in abundance, presenting Kyle’s work to Salvador would be a gesture of goodwill, and it would allow her to manage Rafael’s connections.

The questions Salvador asked at Serenity Palace had made her a bit uneasy. Thus, using Kyle’s painting as a way to gauge the situation seemed like a reasonable strategy. It would also convey her and Rafael’s goodwill toward the king.

Lily and a few others searched through the storeroom for quite a while before coming to the conclusion that the orchid painting was indeed the most suitable choice. If they gave Eleanor gold or silver, it would only provoke laughter. Eleanor’s taste was known to be pretentious, and she wasn’t necessarily skilled at appreciating true

art.

Discovering a pile of handkerchiefs at the bottom of a box, Pearl spread one out and stifled a laugh.

“What’s this? Haha, the embroidery is so ugly. How did this end up here?”

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eyes wide with urgency, Lily rushed over and yanked the handkerchief away, stuffing it back into the box. “Don’t take it

walked over to examine one of the handkerchiefs. The embroidery

a rose, was so poorly executed that Carissa could only imagine it as split leaves. The pale red

earth was

should have been smooth had been

who embroidered this?” Carissa

gave her a

the handkerchief with a shocked expression. “Did I do

were little and wanted to learn embroidery, I taught you. After a month of practice, you produced so many handkerchiefs like these. Madam Sinclair

handkerchiefs, she felt a strange sense of familiarity, as if she had seen them

Ah, she remembered now.

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tent at the Southern Frontier, she had eaten a bowl of noodles, and the marshal had pulled out a

Rafael used be one she had given

turned to Lily and asked, ‘Lily, did I ever

even gav = them to guests who visited the estate. At the time, you thought your

any to the marshal… the Hell

thought for a moment before replying, “It seems you did. Back then, the Hell Monarch and the king occasionally visited the estate. You