Novel Bin
Chapter 1022
Chapter 1022: 479 Fried Pot_1 Chapter 1022: 479 Fried Pot_1 “Dario Dankworth is the Grand Duke’s son and the youngest ever Grand Scholar in the history of the Great Dynasty.
He had a promising future ahead, yet his life unobtrusively altered the day he achieved the Grand Scholar accolade.”
Everyone listened intently, with no doubt over the veracity of Vincent Linggo’s words.
The dense, tedious text from vast historical tomes had, at that moment, become simple and understandable narratives, making history intriguing and approachable to all.
That is the true allure of archaeology.
Images flashed across Silvia Hayes’ mind.
On the hustle and bustle of the main street, a man on a towering horse, exuding spirit and vigor on his young and handsome face, was being warmly welcomed by the people.
The scenes in her mind were so real, it felt as though she had indeed lived through them.
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“An imperial decree came: The young Grand Scholar was given in marriage to Princess Madeleine.
This union of nobility and intellectual prowess was a match made in heaven.
However, for the Dankworths, it was a disaster.”
Everyone nodded in understanding.
After all, Professor Linggo had previously mentioned that the Princess was arrogant, domineering, and vicious to an extent that sent chills down one’s spine.
Although a princess, Dario Dankworth was not to be belittled either.
Being compelled into marriage by the Emperor, anyone would be resentful.
Absolutism indeed was a cancerous lesion.
Today, people have the freedom to choose their partner without facing such a tragedy.
“Nevertheless, royal decrees are hard to defy.
With his parents and family in mind, he reluctantly accepted the arranged marriage.
Consequently, the public’s opinion of Princess Madeleine plummeted even further…”
Silvia Hayes murmured, “Just a day before their wedding, Emperor Iver died suddenly, causing the wedding to be postponed.
The next day, the Martial Emperor ascended to the throne.
According to the Yue Dynasty’s tradition, Princess Madeleine had to mourn her father for three years, delaying the wedding futher…”
Finnian Moore looked at Silvia Hayes in surprise, because what Vincent Linggo was about to say next echoed her words almost exactly.
Three years are enough to change many things.
The Martial Emperor ruled with tyranny, devoid of humaneness, squandering public funds, immersed in administrative affairs and allowing eunuchs to gain authority while loyal ministers were humiliated.
This lead to public discontent, noble lords rebelling and the Chladebrid in jeopardy.
During Princess Madeleine’s mourning period, tales of her nourishing facial muscles emerged.
The public tolerance that was pierced time and again finally bursted in indignation.
The Grand Duke, leading his army, suppressed the rebellion, protecting the crumbling Chladebrid for the Martial Emperor.
However, his actions aroused jealousy among the eunuchs, who colluded with corrupt officials.
The Grand Duke’s military power made the Emperor uneasy, therefore he chose to remove the Grand Duke, who eventually died of depression in jail.
Dario Dankworth, the intended son-in-law of the future Princess Madeleine, was spared by the Emperor.
However, this was only the beginning of a nightmare.
He was cast into the dungeon of Dreamy Villa, enduring round after round of severe torture and pain, in the unending darkness.
The once-paragon of excellence, now reduced to a prisoner.
The disillusionment from humanity and from how the world worked razed the light from his eyes.
One day, a beam of light entered the silent dungeon.
She was colorful, stepping on lotuses, as astonishing as the first time he saw her, his amazement gushing like a tide.
The misunderstandings and criticisms of the world did not shake her a bit.
She was always that sacredly gentle, dignified, and noble.
He prided himself on his wisdom, yet in his prejudice and partiality, he was as foolish as can be.
“Prince, I’m sorry.
Because of me, you’ve ended up like this.”
“What does this have to do with you?
Haven’t people misunderstood you enough?”
She shook her head and smiled lightly.
“I’ve never cared about how the world sees me.
Whether they see me as the domineering and malicious Princess Madeleine or another Princess Madeleine, it isn’t important.
The country has become corrupt, starting from its roots.
Only you can save them.”
She took off the pendant around her neck, placing it in his palm.
The chill of that moment set his heart trembling.
“Prince, take care.
You must survive.”
She rose and left.
He hurriedly called out to her, “Where are you going?”
Isabella Foster sighed lightly, with an air of helplessness and relief.
“From whence I came, to whither I go.”
“If this is the mission of my incarnation, then I accept.”
A ray of sunlight shot through the cramped skylight, landing in Isabella Foster’s eyes.
She stood in the ray of sunlight, her plain long skirt seemed to be covered with a thin layer of golden light.
As if realizing something, he screamed, “No…”
Isabella Foster left without turning back.
In 737 A.D., one night, a fire broke out in the Martial Emperor’s palace due to leakage of water.
The guards attempted to put out the fire.
Suddenly, a gust of northern wind arose.
The fire grew more intense, reducing the entire Grand Palace to ruins.
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