No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1560: Still Unbelieving
He was the king to whom he had willingly submitted.
Hannah gazed steadily into his eyes, where the night sky should have hidden, but now the night had dispersed, leaving only her alone.
The train traveled deeper into the sea of flowers; a wind arose in the distance, carrying petals aloft into the sky, drifting towards the treetops, towards the bright sunlight, and towards the heart of the lover. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞
"Hannah, don’t leave me behind again."
Even if it was just for a fleeting moment, it felt to him like being imprisoned in the depths of the ocean, his held breath filled with searing pain.
Hannah nodded and said, "Alright."
She smiled, reached out her hand to hook around Arnold Simmons’s neck, and he willingly bent down.
Hannah lifted her head and kissed his lips.
Under the night sky, the moonlight poured down, casting their silhouettes on the grass as fireflies came from afar, like spirits dancing in the night.
They would not be parted.
*
A decree had come from the royal family, demanding that Emma immediately return to the palace.
The king and queen truly doted on their daughter Emma, otherwise they would not have allowed her to accompany them to the border.
But the situation was now special, as the wanderers could declare war at any moment.
Once the conflict began, the border would fall into war and chaos.
Being the prospective heir of the royal family, Emma’s staying at the border was tantamount to offering herself as a living target.
The queen was never free from worry, especially upon learning that Hannah had successfully evaded capture.
"I said from the beginning, I disagreed with sending Emma to the border, didn’t agree to it, but you, you insisted on letting her gain experience. And now, great, that little bastard Hannah wasn’t caught, instead, my daughter is the one in danger!"
For her, Hannah’s existence was like a stain in her illustrious life as queen.
Had it not been for her husband’s repeated emphasis on Hannah’s usefulness, she would have taken action long ago.
"Enough, what’s the use of saying this now!"
The king was also distressed.
He hadn’t expected Hannah to be so capable, even managing to avoid Wayne Lane’s pursuit—he had truly underestimated his daughter.
Even so, the king still did not believe that Hannah, with a group of lowly refugee wanderers, could pose a threat to the royal family’s survival.
What he was really worried about was how much money the royal family would lose after this war and whether someone would take advantage of the chaos to plunder.
That was the real trouble.
The queen continued to complain.
She reproached the king for exposing their daughter to danger.
"You know what kind of person Hannah is, she’s a lunatic. She’s died once and came back to life. I tell you, she’s coming for you, and you’re still her father!"
At these words, the king’s face darkened.
He hadn’t anticipated Hannah would dare to be so rebellious.
Hannah was never easy to deceive or handle.
The reason she worked for the king and became the weapon in his hand was solely due to the constraints of her mother’s oath.
But now, free from the oath’s bond, she had no reservations.
Back when she was captured and brought back to the royal family for the second time, she had declared that she would seek vengeance and personally take the king’s head.
Even if he was her so-called father.
At that time, many people denounced Hannah for her treason, adhering to the saying "there are no parents who are not in the wrong."
Even if the father is to blame, one should not speak such disrespectfully disowning words.
But how did Hannah respond at the time?
Bound by ropes, she still retained her unbroken pride; seated, her aura towered over those standing nearby.
