From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 1432: 656 Sang Luo_6 Chapter 1432: 656 Sang Luo_6 “Who exactly is this Holy Master?”

Samuel shook his head even more: “The people of Percival see him as a god; they strictly forbid discussing the Holy Master in private.”

“So mysterious, there must be something fishy.

Never mind, I’m too tired to think about it.” Randa flopped onto the bed.

Elsewhere, Aubree returned to her room, it wasn’t long before Edward and Loretta stealthily sneaked in.

“I heard you met Prince Brooklyn today?” Loretta asked curiously.

Aubree shook her head; “From now on, don’t approach him easily.”

Edward looked at Aubree, opened his mouth to speak, then stopped.

Aubree said to Loretta: “Sister Loretta, I want to eat your Yangchun noodles.”

Loretta, smiling brightly, nodded her head: “Okay, I will go make some for you right now.”

Shortly after saying this, she quickly left.

Aubree sipped her tea in silence.

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“Aubree, why don’t we go back?

I won’t look for my mother anymore.

We leave tomorrow, no, let’s leave right now.”

This place…

seemed even more dangerous than he had imagined.

He could not let Aubree face danger again.

“It’s too late.” Aubree answered indifferently.

“But….”

“One should not abandon things halfway through.

Although this place is stranger than I imagined, after meeting Prince Brooklyn today, I’m sure I made the right choice.”

“Isn’t he dangerous?”

“The danger I’m referring to doesn’t mean life-threatening.

On the contrary, he is a righteous person, that’s my intuition.

He will be a great king, a good husband, just…

”

Aubree narrowed her eyes: “I think…

I can find the answers I’m looking for in him.”

Edward was suddenly a bit nervous; he didn’t know why Aubree would speak so highly of Prince Brooklyn.

What was so special about that man?

——

Three days later, the Queen Consort held a grand banquet in the palace to welcome the arrival of Princess Randa.

Randa, dressed in a magnificent gown and accompanied by her personal guards, stepped into the grand and lofty King’s Palace.

She saw the Queen Consort sitting at the high table, a well-maintained beauty in her fifties.

“Randa has seen the Queen Consort.” There was never any fault in the court manner with which Randa presented herself.

The Queen Consort nodded with a smile: “Such a beautiful child.

Technically, you should also call me aunt.”

Randa obviously knew that her royal family, due to political alliances, had given away many a princess in marriage.

If one traced their genealogy, this foreign princess, and she had an intricately tangled kinship, it wouldn’t be a mistake to just call her aunt.

She was the birth mother of Prince Jonathan, the key culprit of the persecution against Prince Brooklyn and his mother.

But since the rise of Sahaism, her powers had been gradually undermined.

Nowadays, her existence was mostly symbolic, merely showing her face at ceremonial banquets.

She no longer had the ability to influence the situation.

In that woman’s face, Randa faintly discerned the traces of past disdain.

Although well hidden, her eyes betrayed her.

Randa sneered inwardly.

This matrimonial alliance, lobbied for with the last of the Queen Consort’s influence, was intended to enhance the chances of her son’s succession to the throne.

But due to her son’s stupidity, they instead paved the way for others.

This mother and son duo, despite their lofty status, were astonishingly foolish.

They had lost the support of the people and their fate had already been sealed.

“Aunt.”

The Queen Consort was pleased with her submission and left her seat to put a jeweled gold bangle on her arm: “the gift from your aunt as a welcome, I hope you like it.”

Randa sneered inwardly, but smiled on her face: “Thank you, aunt.”

“Jonathan, he had too much to drink that day and made a mistake in offending the princess.

I have severely scolded him.

Could the princess give him another chance?”

“Really?

I feel like Prince Jonathan did it on purpose, seeing me, a foreign princess, as someone to bully.

Aunt, actually, I prefer Prince Brooklyn.

What do you think of my marrying him?”

Randa, smiling brightly, appreciated the woman’s suddenly embarrassed face.

The Queen Consort looked as if she were about to breathe fire, yet she swallowed her pride and did not slap Randa.

“Is that so?

I also like Brooklyn, but with his background, I’m afraid it does not match the high status of the princess.”

“I wouldn’t care about these things.” Randa cut her off abruptly.

Many nobles were attending the banquet that day, and the young girls looked at Randa with veiled hostility.

Why should the Queen Consort grant favor to this foreign princess?

They could clearly do better.

Randa didn’t care about these looks.

In fact, she quite enjoyed being the center of attention.

After Prince Brooklyn arrived, the eyes of those noblewomen became more infatuated and even more crazed.

The Queen Consort sitting at the main table wore a gloomy expression on her face, she couldn’t even pretend anymore.

The banquet ended quickly.

“Send for Jonathan to come to the palace and see me.” The Queen Consort knew that her palace had became a sieve, filled with spies from the faction of Sahaism, but now she had no choice.

She had to play the final card earlier than expected.

“You want me to marry General Buhl’s daughter?” Prince Jonathan was very shocked.

“Exactly.

That old fool, the Master, is too weak.

That damn girl Randa does not appreciate my good intentions.

In that case, screw them.

I hold some gratitude towards Buhl, he will agree to give his daughter’s hand to you.

No matter who Nando is, he will not be able to beat Buhl.”

“But mother, I always feel uneasy…

what about the Holy Master….”

“Don’t ever mention that wretch to me.” The Queen Consort smashed a glass cup onto the tiles, her face darkened.

“At first, I tried my best to win her over, she never moved.

I thought it was okay, there’s still time.

But who would’ve guessed she had been quietly preparing for such a time, all for that illegitimate child.”

At this thought, she was so angry that she almost had a heart attack.

She missed the best opportunity to curb the growth of Sahaism, allowing it to develop and strengthen.

By now, their influence was unshakable.

She and her son were like trapped in a besieged city, caught in their own trap.

She could never forget the humiliation of that night.

Her dignity as the Queen Consort was trampled on rowdily, a humiliation akin to a nightmare.

Her eyes spewed intense hatred, almost devouring everything.

“I refuse to believe that she does not have a weakness.

Just wait, soon there will be news.

This time, I must strip away that wretch’s hypocrisy and net her and that illegitimate child together.

No one can take away my son’s throne.”