The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle-Chapter 154: What’s Going On

Eliza Windsor was speechless; at this moment, really, still tangled up in this?

She frowned at Selene Kane, then glanced at the Empress’s cold side profile, ultimately couldn’t bear it, and sighed softly.

She took off her own cloak, made of high-grade Northern Snow Wolf Skin, with a faint calming spiritual aura.

Without hesitation, she tossed it over; the cloak traced an arc in the air, wrapping Selene Kane precisely.

The cloak was large and thick, enveloping her securely in an instant.

Warmth surged over her, and Selene Kane couldn’t help but gasp softly.

"Wow, so warm, the fur quality is great... and there’s a faint soothing presence, my spiritual fluctuations have steadied..."

Eliza Windsor let out a light scoff, her tone carrying a hint of disdain.

"That’s made from the Imperial Husband’s skin."

Selene Kane instantly froze, her pupils contracted slightly, fingers unconsciously tightening a bit.

Her whole body seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move, extremely awkward.

Neither embracing it nor letting it go felt right.

You Beastmen are really too casual, huh?

Not even sparing your own kind?

This...

This is simply horrifying!

"This..."

She opened her mouth, her voice dry.

Should I return it?

This thing...

Isn’t it too taboo?

All sorts of thoughts flashed quickly through her mind, her heartbeat unintentionally speeding up a bit.

The Empress had been watching her expression, her gaze sharp as a hawk.

Suddenly, the Empress’s lips curved upward, smiling.

"You’re that surprised?"

The Empress said softly.

"Survival of the fittest, always been this way. It’s our survival rule; no need to be so shocked."

She paused, seeing Selene Kane’s expression still stiff, and added, "Don’t worry, it’s just skin from an ordinary beast, not what you were thinking."

Only then did Selene Kane breathe a sigh of relief, the heavy stone on her chest seemingly finally settled.

She quietly exhaled a long breath, fingers slowly releasing the fur coat.

If it were really made of human skin...

That’d be no different from wearing a corpse...

Just imagining that scene gave her chills down her spine.

"You haven’t told me, how did the wound heal so fast?"

The Empress changed the subject, her tone carrying a hint of inquiry.

As she spoke, she reached to pull up Selene Kane’s sleeve.

The long, slightly cool fingers just touched her skin.

Selene Kane trembled intensely, as if struck by electricity, instinctively shrinking back slightly.

Good thing she had previously left signs of poisoning; otherwise, right now, she couldn’t cover this lie.

She secretly felt fortunate, yet a fine layer of cold sweat appeared on her forehead.

"Your Majesty, you already have some knowledge," she forced herself to remain calm, her voice as steady as possible, "I was poisoned while in the slums, and having children has always been difficult. Many people know this."

The Empress acknowledged, her eyes flickering slightly.

"I’ve heard some rumors."

Selene Kane quietly heaved a sigh of relief, the tense nerves slightly relaxed.

Luckily, these people believed the truth and wouldn’t think she was rambling nonsense.

Though they are from the Beastman Race, every one of them is pretty straightforward, not prone to unfounded suspicion.

"I’ve never been able to conceive," she continued, her tone sinking a bit, "only when I was hospitalized did it come to light that I was really poisoned. I didn’t let the doctors make it public, because I didn’t know who intended harm."

She spoke with heartfelt sincerity, her eyes showing a trace of grievance.

"Now it’s fine."

The Empress lightly patted her shoulder, her tone gentle.

"The poison has been cleared, your body has recovered; no need to mention those past events anymore."

Selene Kane spoke with a bright smile.

"Actually, it’s a blessing in disguise. I didn’t have this ability before; it was only after visiting the hospital that I realized I had changed."

"I can have a spiritual connection with the baby, clearly sense her spiritual power. Even if she hasn’t been born, I can sense her emotions, her joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness — all seem connected to me."

Her smile was natural, speaking as if it were true.

Even the Empress was taken in by her, a glint of surprise appearing in her eyes, showing no sign of doubt.

"Really?"

Eliza Windsor slightly furrowed her brows, her tone tinged with coldness.

"How can you be so sure she was poisoned, not caused by other illnesses? Why should I believe that every word you say is true? You need to provide some convincing evidence."

"The people I know in the slums are few; if you don’t believe me, you may as well send someone to investigate."

Selene Kane’s tone was calm, trying not to show any emotion.

In her heart, she actually wasn’t entirely sure, only based on intuition developed over years and understanding of certain people had she vaguely suspected Claire Joyce was involved.

But there was currently no concrete evidence to make reckless accusations.

Not only might it alert the enemy, but it could also implicate innocent people, possibly placing herself in a more passive situation.

The Empress slowly rose from the throne, her expression stern, gaze cutting like a knife.

The crisp sound of clapping echoed in the dungeon, and immediately, a shadow emerged stealthily from the corner.

It was a guard clad in dark armor, stern-faced, with a tall, upright physique.

"Go and find out the truth."

The Empress’s voice was low.

The guard bowed to receive the order.

In the next instant, his body suddenly twisted and deformed, bones crackling, wings unfurling as he transformed into a massive eagle, beating his wings, soaring through the ventilation shafts of the dungeon into the sky, vanishing in an instant.

Selene Kane suddenly realized.

There had been someone secretly watching her from the beginning.

Realizing that her every move might have been seen through, her heart tightened, her spine tingled with a chill.

"Your Majesty, I’ve said everything that needs to be said."

Selene Kane suppressed the unease in her heart.

"If you have nothing else to ask, I want to request leave to see my child at home. Having just given birth, I worry about leaving him alone at home."

As long as she could escape the surveillance here, return home, and be alone with the Beast Husband, she could use the system function to reactivate the pregnancy mechanism.

By then, even if the situation changes, she would have a fallback.

At worst, she could explain afterward that she was too frightened at the time, her mind was scattered, and everything she said was irrational nonsense.

"No rush."

The Empress spoke indifferently, her gaze still commanding.

"Let’s have the medical officer treat your wound first. As for the poisoning you mentioned earlier, we’ll make a decision after my Eagle Guard returns with precise information."

Upon hearing this, Selene Kane nearly couldn’t catch her breath, her chest tightening painfully.

She almost fainted from anger.

After all this effort, all that talking, it was still spinning in place, nothing had changed.

She remained trapped here, her injuries yet to heal.

No one was watching her child, the situation not improved at all.

In this suffocating silence, a rapid sound of high heels approached from afar.

Amidst the footsteps, Kate Windsor’s anxious voice came through.

"Mother!"

She nearly ran into the dungeon, with tousled hair, flushed cheeks, hurried breath, her eyes filled with concern.

"Mom, I heard you locked Miss Kane in the dungeon? Is it true? What on earth is going on?"