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Calista chuckled lightly. “Your wish will surely come true, Your Grace.”
Jeanette turned her head to look at her. “What do you think is wrong with His Majesty? I hear Healer Dalton has been living in the palace and taking care of him day and night. Meanwhile, the royal physicians only visit to check on him and leave.”
Calista thought for a moment before replying, “I’m not sure, Your Grace. However, His Majesty seems to be in good spirits. It’s likely that Healer Dalton was brought in to help with his recovery. Since the royal physicians only need to check on him, it doesn’t seem serious.”
Jeanette placed a hand over her stomach, a glimmer of ambition in her eyes. “If I give birth to a prince, surely I’ll be promoted to a higher rank. With the king’s favor, I might even stand a chance to compete for more.”
Calista raised an eyebrow. “Yes, Your Grace. So, it’s even more important that you take good care of yourself.”
Jeanette closed her eyes, pressing her hand more firmly against her belly. She was determined to protect this child—no matter what. With this child, her future in the palace would be much more secure.
Getting promoted to a higher rank was something Jeanette had never dared to dream of when she first entered the palace. It was only thanks to her mother’s gift of good looks that she had won Salvador’s favor.
She knew that within the harem, everything was uncertain. Nothing held more weight than the king’s favor and the promise of offspring. Those were the only things that truly mattered.
“If I were to become a high-ranking concubine, I won’t have to keep flattering others. I won’t need to constantly please Lady Grace,” said Jeanette. Her tone was soft, tinged with a hint of sadness, yet there was also some arrogance in it.
Calista didn’t reply. She only helped Jeanette settle into bed before quietly leaving the room.
From that day on, Grace stopped visiting with Caden.
At first, Jeanette felt a bit uneasy. She thought the words she said to Salvador had reached Grace’s ears and made her angry. But the next day, Grace still sent royal jelly soup for her. A royal physician examined it and reported there was nothing wrong with it, so Jeanette felt slightly relieved.
However, she couldn’t be completely at ease. So, she had Calista inquire about Caden. It turned out that the prince was sick, so much so that he didn’t even go to the study for lessons or participate in archery practice.
Grace had been attending to him every day, which was why she hadn’t been able to visit Jeanette.
This news allowed Jeanette to finally relax. When Salvador came to visit, she made sure to seize every opportunity to attract his attention knowing well that men tended to be drawn to women who appeared delicate and in need of protection. So, she would often feign weariness, making herself appear fragile and vulnerable.
“Foolish girl!” Grace muttered lazily as she reclined in her chaise lounge, a golden armor clasp brushing lightly against her satin gown as she listened to the person speaking to her. I she’s so ungrateful, let her be. If
Some people just aren’t meant for good fortune.”
Calista, who shouldn’t have been there, smiled slightly as she said, “She doesn’t know how much you’ve done for her, Your Grace.”
Grace chuckled. “I’m not doing all this for her, but it does benefit her in the end.
She’s a disobedient wretch who doesn’t know her place. There’s no use keeping her around. Since she’s useless, it’s best to discard her.”
“Understood, Your Grace. I’ll turn a blind eye. Is Prince Caden in serious condition?” Calista asked.
“It’s nothing. He’s just caught a chill,” Grace replied.
Given Caden’s esteemed position, it was hard to believe he could fall ill so easily
-unless Grace had allowed it.
In Tranquil Palace, Cecil sat still in a chair while Phoebe carefully dried his damp hair.
“You just washed your hair the other day, and now your hair and face are covered in fur after you went out to play with that little raccoon. If this happens again, I’ll smack you on the backside,” she said with an air of annoyance.
The child, with delicate features and bright eyes, leaned into his sister’s embrace. He smiled widely and said, “But the little raccoon is so fun and cute! It walks all over me with its little feet, and it’s so cozy when I hold it.”
Phoebe sighed. “Mom said that Dad doesn’t like raccoons. You keep telling him about it. No wonder he’s been avoiding you lately.”
Cecil remained perfectly still, letting his sister continue to comb his hair.
But he wasn’t one to back down, so he said, “Dad and I are two different people. We each have our own likes and dislikes. Just because Dad doesn’t like something doesn’t mean I can’t like it. I really like the raccoon. I love it. No matter how much Dad dislikes it, I won’t give it up.”
Phoebe tapped his nose. “Sharp-tongued.”
Cecil grinned. “You can’t win against me because you don’t have any good arguments. Uncle Rafael always says that if you’re reasonable, no one can talk over you.”
“Then, why haven’t you gone to practice martial arts with Uncle Rafael lately?” Phoebe asked, raising an eyebrow.
Cecil tilted his head. “He’s only teaching the basics, which I can practice here. I’ve already learned it all. As for horseback riding… I can’t get on a horse yet. I’ll wait until I’m older and my legs are longer to practice.”
“You’ve already learned it all? I don’t believe you.”
“I really have.” Cecil nodded vigorously. “Uncle Rafael teaches the same things every day. Connor still has to learn them, but I only needed one lesson to get it.”
“You’re just bragging,” Phoebe teased, poking his nose affectionately. “Well, never mind. You’re still young. You can wait until you’re older to learn properly.”
“It’s just the basics. It’s not like I need to brag about it. It’s nothing that impressive,” Cecil mumbled.
A curtain gently fell, obscuring Sylvia’s bright, beautiful face. She held the little raccoon in her arms as she walked out, her expression thoughtful and weighed down.
The attendant following her softly said, “Prince Cecil isn’t affected, Your Grace. Don’t worry.”
“He’s still young. He doesn’t understand what His Majesty’s favor really means,” Sylvia replied, sighing softly.
It was as if a heavy, unspoken burden pressed against her chest, and she couldn’t find a way to release it.
Previously, Sylvia had never given much thought to such matters. But once ambition took root, it grew like a stubborn weed. It was impossible to suppress, and it spread uncontrollably. Now 1.61
Jeanette’s pregnancy, Sylvia felt the need to set fire to the thriving growth inside her, unwilling to let it go.
“My lady, it’s said that Lady Jeanette has been complaining to His Majesty about how Lady Grace and Prince Caden have been disturbing her. Lady Grace hasn’t gone to visit her over the past few days,” the attendant whispered quietly.
Sylvia sat down, absently stroking the little raccoon in her arms. It was hard to tell what she was thinking.
After a long pause, she finally looked up and asked, “Lady Jeanette’s pregnancy was going well. How could it suddenly go wrong?”
“They say His Majesty has been taking medicine, which is affecting the pregnancy,” the attendant replied.
“Probably just bad luck,” Sylvia remarked calmly, a flash of coldness crossing her gaze.
On the night of the 18th, Jeanette suddenly experienced unbearable abdominal pain.
By the time Dorian arrived, she was already bleeding. After administering needle treatment and giving her two doses of medicine, they still couldn’t save the baby.
Throughout the ordeal, Salvador stayed close by. His expression was unreadable as he listened to