Chapter 77
Bellius Imperial Palace.
Within the Empress’s residence, there was a small garden. It had been personally cultivated by Empress Tigria herself, who missed the thick greenery of the West.
The summer flowers were just beginning to bloom, and the air was filled with their sweet fragrance.
The colorful, flourishing summer garden was the pride of the Empress’s quarters.
And in that very place—
“The Duke’s child?”
Snip.
Empress Tigria frowned with clear displeasure as she clipped the summer blossoms blooming in the garden with her own hands.
The sunlight caught her silver hair, which was tied up, leaving the nape of her pale neck completely exposed.
“What exactly is [N O V E L I G H T] your intention in asking me that question?”
Empress Tigria handed the trimmed flowers and the garden shears to the maid standing beside her.
The maid received them and neatly placed them on a nearby table.