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“I’m heading to Edgeview Estate. They’ve got some fabric, clothes, and grain they’re donating to the workshop.”
“Sophie specifically said you’re not to go to Edgeview Estate,” Travis said, immediately on alert.
“I’m not going inside,” Violet reassured him. “I’ll stay at the gate, inspect the items, and then accompany the cart to the workshop. I don’t trust them to deliver everything to the workshop themselves.” “Why not wait until later?” Travis suggested. “I have an errand to run, but I’ll be back in two hours. I can go with you then. It’ll be safer that way.”
“No need. I’m not going inside,” Violet said as she led her horse away.
Making such a big deal out of something so small only made it look like she was afraid.
Travis frowned but relented. “Be careful. Don’t go into the estate, and don’t eat or drink anything they offer you. That Wayne fellow is very suspicious.”
“I got it,” Violet said as she mounted her horse. She left through the side gate and joined Molly’s carriage, heading for Edgeview Estate.
When they arrived, Violet stayed outside, just as planned. Molly and Fiona directed the servants to dig up the flowers, carefully wrapping the roots in damp cloth before arranging them neatly. There were numerous fabrics, many of them luxurious and expensive. Violet counted over fifty bolts in a variety of colors.
There was also grain, smoked meat, and staples like oil, salt, vinegar, and coffee. Violet took out a silver needle to check everything carefully. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but she made a mental note that once the items arrived at the workshop, they would need to be inspected again by either lvy or Rowan, just to be sure.
It took five carts to fit all the items. The flowers and plants were transported on a wagon. Almost everyone from Edgeview Estate had been mobilized to help.
As they were leaving, Yuvan himself came out. He greeted Violet with his usual charm, exuding masculine charm and looking compassionate.
“I hope these items will be of use to your workshop. There are also many different types of silk threads in the manor, perfect for making high-quality embroidery. If you’d like, you’re welcome to come inside and take a look, Ms. Spencer.” Violet’s guard immediately went up. “No need for that. Just have them all brought out, and we’ll take it from there.”
Yuvan didn’t push the matter. Instead, he turned and gave orders to his servants.
“Bring out all the silk threads and load them onto the carts. If there aren’t enough carts, send someone to hire more.”
The servants quickly headed back inside to retrieve the silk threads.
Meanwhile, Yuvan’s gaze lingered on Violet. She wore a soft lavender dress with a simple green ribbon at the waist, the fabric flowing gracefully around her. The outfit was both fresh and charming, giving her a delicate, youthful appearance.
His expression softened as he said, “Vivi, you must be thirsty. Shall I have someone bring you coffee and some pastries?”
The way he addressed her made Violet’s stomach churn. She barely managed to suppress the urge to gag.
“No, thank you. I’m neither thirsty nor hungry,” she replied politely, forcing herself to remain composed. “But I appreciate your kindness, Your Highness.”
Yuvan’s gaze lingered on her for a moment longer, then he said, “Very well, I won’t insist. Carry on with your work. I have some matters to tend to inside, so I’ll take my leave.”
Violet dipped her head slightly. “Please don’t trouble yourself, Your Highness. There’s no need for you to concern yourself with these small tasks.”
Normally, Violet wasn’t so mild-mannered, but ever since becoming the head of the workshop, she had made a conscious effort to be more mindful of her words and actions. She couldn’t afford to bring any negative attention to the workshop-it had already weathered far too much criticism.
As for the various donations, Violet,
Sophie, and Hannah had discussed the matter thoroughly. They decided to accept anything that could be put to use. The workshop hadn’t turned a profit yet, and with so many. mouths to feed, they needed all the help they could get. Accepting donations also fostered goodwill and brought more attention to their cause.
Of course, the responsibility of receiving donations fell solely on them. They wouldn’t let Camila or Soroya be subjected to such tasks.
The silk threads were brought out in bundles quite a lot of them.
Violet noticed this and asked Molly, “Why did you buy so much silk thread?”
“In the capital, I had nothing to do and no friends to pass the time with,” Molly replied. “So, I thought I might try my hand at some embroidery. Since we didn’t knowet when Lady Ruth would recover bought more than I needed. But neither Sabrina nor Stephanie was interested, and Lady Fiona and I didn’t feel like doing it after that. So, now it’s all left over. It was expensive and I paid for it myself, so I can’t just throw it away.”
As she spoke, a look of regret crossed her face.
Seeing this, Violet said, “If you don’t want to donate them, I can buy them from you at a lower price, including the fabrics and silks.”
Molly waved her hand. “No need.
Anyway, we’re using the Spencer family’s money for everything, and used my dowry funds. Talking about money feels awkward, so just take everything. The workshop will need it all. As long as it’s useful, there’s no waste.”
Violet was a little surprised by Molly’s sudden change of attitude. But still, she thanked Molly sincerely. Molly looked at her earnestly, then suddenly stepped forward and took Violet’s hand.
“Violet, I’m not as bad as you think. I didn’t marry Prince Yuvan to climb the social ladder. The Spencer family is prosperous, and I’m not struggling for food or clothing. If I felt it was too much of a compromise, I wouldn’t have agreed.
“I truly like him—that’s why I married him. As for the things about him and Lady Avis you mentioned in your letter, I asked him about it. He treated her well, but Lady Avis was the one who insisted on going to Verdant Monastery to recover.” Violet gave a quiet, skeptical laugh, not believing a word of it. However, there was no need to argue with Molly-it seemed like she was only trying to convince herself.
“Well, I wish you happiness,” Violet said, trying to escape the scent of the perfume that Molly wore. Once everything was nearly packed, she mounted her horse. “I’ll go with them. You don’t need to come. Safe travels.”
The other carts and wagons had already gone ahead, and only the two carts with the silk threads and embroidery frames were left behind. Violet had to catch up quickly.
Sophie knew that Yuvan and his family were leaving the city today, so she gave orders to the Garrison Unit to keep an eye on them. After they left the city, they were to report back.
Max personally led a team to keep watch. As they saw several of Yuvan’s carriages leaving Edgeview Estate in a grand procession, they didn’t stop them. Because of Yuvan’s status, he didn’t need to be checked when leaving the city. However, Yuvan still lifted the curtain of his carriage and nodded politely. The officer at the city gate raised his hands in a salute as he saw Yuvan off. There was no order to check, so no one dared to. With Yuvan’s emblem, they didn’t even need to show their face to be allowed to pass.
Once they were gone, Max and his team returned to the Capital Guard headquarters to report to Sophie.
When Sophie heard that they had left, she finally felt at ease.
Recently, the Garrison Unit had been conducting fitness tests. Even after clearing out some people, the Garrison Unit couldn’t be called elite. It was disappointing, especially considering the many who had come from the Mystic Army. Years of neglect had corrupted many, and some thought that just showing up and collecting their pay each month was enough. Why work harder?
Of course, there were still a few disciplined ones and those who hadn’t forgotten their Mystic Army roots, but they were in the minority. Most couldn’t resist temptation. It was like a drop of ink falling into a bowl of clear water-it darkened the whole bowl. But a drop of water in a bowl of ink? It changed nothing.
Sophie was working hard to reorganize the unit because she knew that her time as commander might not last long.
The laziness of many was a serious problem, so she often had to supervise them herself. Max’s authority hadn’t taken root, which frustrated her. During today’s training, she took part herself-running, jumping, climbing, and fighting. She even encouraged anyone to challenge her.
Violet had once said that the Garrison Unit was full of lazy soldiers who hadn’t taken their training seriously. She couldn’t do anything about them, so Sophie had to take charge.
Under the blazing sun at the training ground, Sophie fought one opponent after another with her bare hands. When a few soldiers fainted from the heat, she moved the training to the evening.
After several days of training, Sophie’s fair skin had changed. What had started as redness and peeling was now a healthy, golden tan. By midday, her clothes were soaked with sweat, and even two towels would be drenched enough to wring out water.
“Commander Devin, you should drink some herbal soup,” Max said as the training paused. He motioned for Sophie to come inside and rest. “The cook just finished it, and it’s cooled down. Now’s the perfect time to drink it.” Sophie wiped the sweat from her brow. A chilled bowl of herbal soup would be wonderful right now. Though chilled wasn’t an option, a cool bowl would do just fine.
She followed Max inside and said,
“We still need to keep training. The soldiers’ stamina is too weak. They can’t handle the heat or the hard- work. They’re not even as strong as farm women. If a real battle broke out how long could they hold out?”
Max laughed. “They’re just garrison soldiers. How could they be expected to fight? If it came to that, the Capital Army would step in.”