No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1626: News
"That’s a white-eyed wolf that can never be tamed. If you had agreed to put her to death sooner when I told you..."
"Enough." The king rebuked coldly, "Wasn’t it your suggestion that brought about the events of that year?"
Seeing Hannah’s talent and learning of the oath, the king, instigated by the queen, naturally began to utilize Hannah without any hesitation.
She was the sharpest weapon in the royal household, creating wealth in a few short years that might not be seen even in several centuries.
Everyone in the royal family was a beneficiary.
It’s no exaggeration to say that more than half of the wealth in the royal treasury was brought back by Hannah. The imperial royal family’s ability to remain among the top three powers for this century was also due to her.
"When she was bringing us benefits a hundred years ago, I didn’t hear you complaining. Now that there’s trouble, you start blaming me?"
"I..."
The queen was so angry that she couldn’t speak, her hands trembling.
"Aren’t you her father? Look at her now, does she even regard you at all, does she?"
The king furrowed his brows tight, his expression solemn, so angry he could hardly keep his grip on the scepter, slamming his hand heavily on the armrest and cursing, "Unfilial daughter!"
The guards below all knelt down in a mass, heads bowed, no one daring to make a sound.
From that day on, the entire royal household was shrouded in gloom, everyone fearful for themselves, worried that Hannah might suddenly burst in seeking revenge.
Several times, the king woke up from nightmares, hazily seeing demons crawling out from hell, calling out his name while harvesting his life.
Panicked, the king would grab the longsword hanging above his bed and start slashing wildly, frightening the queen into cowering in a corner, her face pale as death.
Only when the palace servants burst into the royal chamber did the king come to his senses, angrily throwing the sword to the floor, gritting his teeth, he shouted: "Get out, all of you!"
The palace servants retreated one after another.
The queen sat on the ground, turning into a crying mess.
For several days, there was no news of Emma, nor of Wayne Lane or Sheffield Benedict. The queen had hoped that they could bring Emma back, but now it looked impossible.
"It’s all your fault, we should never have spared that little bastard!"
Grief swept over her heart, gradually turning into rage, repeating the same few sentences over and over.
She hurled accusation after accusation at the king.
"Shut up!" The king’s temper also flared, "If you hadn’t always been so indulgent with Emma, worrying about this and that, would she now be so helpless to defend herself?"
The queen’s eyes widened with fury, she roared, "How can you blame me for this? If it hadn’t been for you wanting to keep that little bastard, would we be in such a mess!"
The two began to accuse each other again.
Before Hannah’s arrival, Emma had always been the focus of the entire royal family, not only because of her status but also because of her psychic power.
Everyone thought she would definitely become the next prodigy, and even if she wasn’t outstanding, as long as she had moderate ability, they would praise her to the skies.
Guardian spirit, future of the empire, almost every exaggerated term of praise was used on her.
They completely created an image of her as a perfect goddess.
Until Hannah appeared.
When she first entered the royal family, Emma never took Hannah seriously. In her eyes, Hannah was just like what her mother had described—someone of lowly status, a commoner.
