How To Hide Emperor's Child

Chapter 45

The Marchioness tried to frame Theor as if he had broken pottery, but the emperor suddenly intervened, and all in vain.

The potteries in the pavilion were cherished by the previous emperor.

No matter how young a child breaks it, he cannot escape punishment.

Astelle seemed to love her nephew very much, so she tried to avenge her daughter, Marianne.

Astelle wasn't stupid either.

There's no way she wouldn't know it was the work of the Marchioness.

'Maybe......are you trying to poison me?'

The frightened Marchioness realized another possibility.

'If not......maybe my daughter Florin......'

There was no one who didn't know how devoted she was to the current emperor when she was still the crown princess.

The Marchioness had witnessed Astelle several times with Kaizen, the then Crown Prince.

Astelle's eyes looking at Kaizen were the eyes of a girl in love.

There is no way that her feelings would have disappeared as the years passed.

Poor Marianne might have realized that she was up to something.

'She was dethroned as empress and banished, and must have been jealous to see the young and pretty Marianne by His Majesty's side.'

Now, I don't know if she wants to get revenge on me by getting rid of Florin.

'I wish I could look through her room. If I search it, I will surely find the poison.'

However, Astelle was now a guest invited by the Emperor.

The Marchioness wouldn't be able to search Astelle's room unless there was a clear reason.

The testimony of the maid is still not enough.

She said to the maid, "Tell him I'll attend."

'It's better for me to go to the tea party and watch what she's doing.'

***

"It's done, Lady Astelle," Hannah said as she put down the comb.

Astelle was sitting in front of the dressing table.

In the mirror, the figure of herself with her white-blonde hair loosely was reflected.

Astelle wore a blue dress embroidered with white lilies and had a simple hairstyle.

A peony hairpin made by a round pearl was inserted.

"Thank you, Hannah. Good job."

Faint memories of the past flashed across Hannah's brown eyes.

Helping Astelle dress up like this, it seemed that her old memories came to mind.

Astelle felt a similar sentiment.

As she sat in front of the dressing table and helped by Hannah, it felt as if she had gone back six years ago.

Back in the days when she lived as the prince's fiancee in the capital's social circle.

"Let's go."

Astelle went with Hannah to the tea room in the garden.

As they approached the tea room, a refreshing scent of white acacia blossoms wafted up.

Against the clear sky, the flower clusters with their petals drooping were dazzlingly white.

There were people who arrived first in the tea room.