From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 1023: 479 Exploding Pot_2 Chapter 1023: 479 Exploding Pot_2 A palace maid saw in the midst of the flames a phoenix soaring into the sky, disappearing into the ether.

Oddly enough, the palace maid on guard duty later confessed, during interrogation, that only Princess Madeleine had entered the Grand Harmony Palace before the fire broke out.

Yet, after a night of intense fire, no trace of Princess Madeleine’s body was found among the ruins.

She had simply vanished, never to be seen again.

After the death of Emperor, rebellions erupted across the land, plunging the world into thirty years of turmoil.

People were unconcerned with the fate of the Emperor and Princess Madeleine, whose bodies had been fixed to the Pillar of Shame.

Rather, tales of their misdeeds were grandly inscribed and widely disseminated, becoming the “trend” of that era.

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As for how Dario Dankworth perished in the dungeon, transforming into a mummy that remained perfectly preserved for three centuries, perhaps that will always remain a mystery.

The audience fell silent.

One comment scrolled across the screen – Princess Madeleine’s plight reminded the commentator of Aubree Groove.

Both seemed misunderstood by the common people, yet neither offered any explanations.

— Stop slandering Princess Madeleine.

She is of true royal descent.

What’s Aubree Groove in comparison?

Even if she proved her innocence, she’s still the daughter of a murderer.

I don’t understand why everyone lavishes her with praise.

— The one extolling the ancient figures, move on from here, your words are revolting.

The two characters are separated by three centuries, there’s no basis for comparison.

— Haters, stop using deceased characters as scapegoats.

Aren’t you scared they’ll knock on your door in the middle of the night?

— My heart aches for Princess Madeleine and for Dario Dankworth.

The screenwriter needs to shake things up.

I want to see a TV drama where they both live happily ever after and have a bunch of beautiful babies.

— Forget it.

Those trashy writers can only dish out trashy palace dramas for primetime TV.

They are devoid of any creative merit, stop besmirching the ancient figures.

— We want to see it.

Screenwriters, do you hear the public’s outcry?

Crowdfunding a team of writers would work too, we want a TV drama with Dara Rowney as the female lead.

Only her beauty is a match for Princess Madeleine.

— Stop dreaming.

A surgically enhanced face shouldn’t tarnish the name of the princess.

There isn’t a single actress in the entertainment industry worthy of playing Princess Madeleine.

— That’s right.

Those artificial faces better not pollute our sight, another hundred years of refinement and they still wouldn’t be worthy of carrying Princess Madeleine’s shoes.

— Professor Linggo left us with little information.

We know the princess was misunderstood, but why?

Wasn’t she greatly favored by Emperor Iver?

Why didn’t he clear her name?

It’s quite baffling.

— emo…

You’ve raised a good point.

I don’t mean to question Professor Linggo, but the logic does seem a little odd, unless…

It was Emperor Iver’s scheming…

— My goodness, that gave me goosebumps.

Those who can become emperor really don’t think like ordinary people.

— History student from Bridda University chiming in.

Elder Murong wrote a book on the Yue Dynasty which offers interesting analysis on Emperor Iver and speaks highly of Princess Madeleine.

It’s a shame that this period of history receives so little attention.

— Elder Murong?

The one I’m thinking of?

Oh gosh, she’s my idol.

This is the dreamiest crossover.

— Let me spill some tea.

Elder Murong is actually a descendant of the Yue royal family, so her perspective is quite representative.

Madam Elijah wiped away a secret tear: “It’s really touching.

Such a romantic tale would surely make for an amazing TV drama.”

From that day onwards, she declared herself a fan of the “hellish couple.”

Anton Cook frowned, suddenly feeling breathless.

Aubree Groove noted his discomfort and asked quietly, “Are you alright?”

Anton Cook shook his head, “Probably stifling in here.

I’m fine.”

He turned to Aubree Groove with a bright smile, his white teeth gleaming.

Aubree Groove studied his face closely, her eyes gradually darkening.

Anton Cook touched his own face: “Is there something on my face?”

Aubree Groove shook her head slightly: “It’ll be over soon, hang in there.”

“Following this tale, I believe everyone is curious about the fate of the tragic top scholar.

After days and nights of tireless effort, the experts have finally completed facial reconstruction.

Today, in the presence of all viewers, we will publicly reveal the reconstructed face.

Let us witness the grace of Yue’s youngest top scholar from three centuries ago.”

Upon hearing this, everyone eagerly rubbed their hands together in anticipation.

The mysteries of history and its characters always touched the softest part of people’s hearts.

In Professor Linggo’s narration, the top scholar ignited endless speculation among the audience.

On the screen behind him, a data model appeared, loading bit by bit.

The anticipation was thrilling for everyone present, akin to the excitement of a husband waiting outside the delivery room for the birth of his child.