Chapter 122 — Should I Warm You?
"Even when the country is in this state, he only cares about his parties," Cynthia snorted at the ridiculous attitude of the king.
He didn’t care about his people and it couldn’t be more obvious. The was a small amount of nobles in the country, resulting in a large number of commoners who starved on the streets, while some began to die.
Cynthia tried her best to help, sending Ying and his people with the resources she could find, resulting in Ying discovering her true identity.
"At least you aren’t like those nobles. You are truly helping instead of spouting nonsense. Actions speak louder and you have already proved your sincerity," he said, grinning at her as if nothing had changed— as if she hadn’t lied to him at all.
When she explained to him the reason behind her actions, he merely gasped and shrugged the matter off as if she had told him a joke.
Her arms crossed, a sudden flashback of her past life surged through her mind. A memory. Another memory she didn’t want to recall.
"Duke Ramsel," she murmured, recalling his presence at the banquet hall in her past life as well. She couldn’t recall which one it was, but she was certain he would be there this time. She had to consider the possibility so her revenge plan would be flawless.
A dry laugh escaped her lips. Never in her wildest dreams could her past self have imagined the mask her uncle wore in front of her. He never flaunted their blood relationship, yet she had assumed he was on her side—simply because Alistair, her stepbrother, had abandoned her.
Always a fool.