Xu Jinglan was stunned, with only one thought in her mind: it’s over!
Ye Fei was so excited she was on the verge of fainting. She wasn’t scared, just thrilled that someone dared when she herself could not, and she admired that.
Murdering a royal lady-in-waiting, Lin Fu was ruthless.
At that moment, all the teachers and students of Elbert thought the same: Lin Fu was truly ruthless. They should stay far away from her from now on.
Otherwise, they wouldn’t even know how they might die.
Eugene and Dorothea subconsciously touched their necks, relieved to find their heads still attached.
Recalling their previous reckless actions, they were sweating for themselves.
Truly, ignorance is fearless!
The middle-aged lady-in-waiting, splattered with blood, touched her intact neck and broke out in a cold sweat, terrified. She belatedly realized that she might have been used and did not believe there was no foul play involved.
Otherwise, Lady Nora wouldn’t have voluntarily stepped forward.
The middle-aged lady-in-waiting cursed inwardly, wishing she could kick out her frustration.
Celia stood frozen on the spot, muttering to herself in a voice only she could hear, "You said you never asked anyone to kneel to you, but if anyone dared to force you to kneel, they would have to pay with blood. Haha... Back then you were the princess, who would dare make you kneel? Who could make you kneel? I never expected that a casual remark would actually come true."
After speaking, she was startled and quickly looked around with a heightened sense of caution, and then she burst into tears from overwhelming joy.
Besides you, no one would be so stubborn, and no one else could be so tenacious and obstinate.
Little princess, you’ve really come back.
She knew, the little princess wouldn’t die.
Having confirmed her suspicion, Celia felt as if all her strength had been drained and silently slid to the ground, hands covering her face, tears unknowingly cascading down her cheeks.
"Ah Foo, you’re back, but what face do I have to see you?"
Celia screamed silently in her heart, letting the pain drown her.
On the bridge of the Asgard Flagship, the military officers and soldiers were conducting final checks before setting sail, with the logistics officer seemingly the busiest, complaining about how troublesome the new recruits were and hoping to offload them soon.
As the Commander, Fu Xing was listening to reports from the department heads, giving instructions, and ensuring everyone returned to their posts before he could finally take a break.
Standing on the bridge and overlooking Star Port, the bustling, orderly scene unfolded before him.
But Fu Xing’s thoughts were elsewhere.
He kept replaying the scene where Lin Fu leaned against Mervin, Mervin holding her cheeks affectionately.
That image brought him more pain than he had imagined, far more.
His heart ached inexplicably, as if invisible hands were grasping it tightly.
He was barely able to contain his inner rage, wanting nothing more than to reduce that Messfield boy to ashes. But he suppressed his fury. The last time, when he learned that Lance had kicked open Lin Fu’s bathroom door, he literally crushed Lance’s shoulder.
Now thinking back, he realized he had lost control since then.
Fu Xing subconsciously touched where his heart was but instead felt the cold medal; in his eyes, the pain and anger transformed into a forbidding resolve and determination.
"Have Horace come see me."
Monger, who had been following afar, also saw the lady and her classmate’s intimate actions, which had left him perpetually anxious.