"That's not how it is, Grandmother, we really have been wronged..."
"Alright, I'll give you a chance to explain! Why were you and your mother so sure that Arabella had musk pellets on her just now?"
Beverly's face stiffened, "I was just guessing..."
Queen Ylaya deeply closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and cut her off.
"Shut up, don't use such excuses to brush me off."
"Grandmother..."
Suddenly, Queen Ylaya's eyes opened, bursting with a fierce and angry light.
"Even if you can persuade me time and again, how can you persuade them?!"
She pointed to the crowd around, her angry reprimand blocked all words of denial in Beverly's throat.
Astonished, she turned her head, and countless eyes around were fixed on her, each gaze filled with shock and disdain, even a kind of disgust that couldn't be expressed in words.
The heart that had been tense yet eagerly hoping to perfectly round off this matter suddenly fell to rock bottom.
For a moment, her heart seemed dead.
