Her Majestic Battle Cry

Chapter 1094

Guilt flickered in Yuvan’s heart, but so did a hint of impatience.

“Why do you speak like this, Mom? I can’t stay by your side in the capital, so of course, I hope the queen dowager will be kind and look after you. That way, I won’t spend my days worrying about you.”

“Enough. Don’t say any more. Just go. Be safe on your journey,” Ruth said, waving him off.

She had raised this son herself–how could she not know his temperament? How could she not see through his expression?

“Mom, forgive me for not being dutiful. It’s the peak of summer and the heat is

unbearable, so I can’t take you with me to my fief. Besides, what would His Majesty think if I brought you along? Even if I’ve done nothing wrong, with how suspicious he can be, he’d probably find some reason to accuse me.”

Ruth simply nodded. “I understand. Go now.”

say their farewells. Ruth showed little affection toward her daughters–in–law

Grant, the chamberlain who had served her for many years, knew how

too hot for travel, Your Grace. Taking you along wouldn’t be good for your health. His Highness is thinking of you. Please don’t dwell on it too much–it’s not worth hurting

so dutiful, why didn’t he leave for the fiefdom back in March or April,

doesn’t do what should be done, but is a master at finding excuses. He’ll spin a thousand reasons to make himself seem good, to make others believe

of personality, combined with his scheming, he’s bound to fail. I’m just a woman who doesn’t know much about the world, but even I understand that great

such things. These are treasonous words. If someone

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light. He didn’t want me to know, but do you think I don’t understand my own son? Or the daughter I raised? Why did Eleanor scheme and plot like that? Wasn’t it

so much of the palace’s fine medicine, not to mention the rare herbs and treasures Yuvan brought back from Valken to keep me alive. Was that really being dutiful? No, it was just a message to the king–to remind him that Yuvan wouldn’t dare act rashly because he still has his old mom here in the capital. But do

will only cause you more pain. You’ve already cried yourself

down Ruth’s face. “She’s in the Heritage Bureau, living a life worse than a dog’s. Thank goodness she has Florence by her side. Think of a way to send her some food, or maybe a few

can’t be done, Your Grace. It’s far too dangerous to