The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 247
Chapter 247
Translator: Yonnee
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“…….”
Olivier, on his way to the banquet hall, stared intently at the envelope Yael had brought him.
[ Break-up Letter ]
“…Yves Russell, that man. What kind of low-grade joke is this?”
Olivier tried to ignore the letter.
However, there was a peculiar power in those childish words, hastily scribbled.
Despite knowing he would be irreversibly enraged once he opened the envelope, he couldn’t resist the urge to open it…!
Eventually, Olivier removed the white gloves he was wearing and opened the envelope.
[ To Your Highness, the esteemed Third Prince Olivier,
I regret to inform you that I, Yves Russell, wish to retract all the proposals I have made to you.
The reason is that my desires have changed.
I am no longer concerned with peerage or title.
However, I will not forget the efforts you have made on my behalf.
I will surely repay this favor someday… ]
Olivier’s fingertips turned white as he gripped the letter.
Yael was so startled by Olivier’s expression that he gasped.
Olivier’s face was contorted.
His brow was furrowed, and the emotion in his beautiful violet eyes was unmistakable rage.
“…Ha.”
Olivier let out a short sigh that sounded almost like a curse.
He threw the perfumed, high-quality letter onto the table as if it were trash and said,
“Burn it.”
“Yes, sir.”
Yael immediately threw the letter into the fireplace.
Though the letter quickly burned to ashes, Olivier’s anger did not dissipate.
After putting the white gloves back on his delicate hands and inspecting the front and back of the silk gloves, Olivier thought,
‘What does that ambitious bastard want now? What could he possibly desire?’
His sharp instincts had an inkling of what the Marquis Russell had newly come to desire.
However, he forced himself to ignore it.
‘It can’t be. And even if it is, it doesn’t matter. Such a noisy crow…’
Joel, who had come up from the lobby, informed him,
“Your Highness, the carriage is ready.”
Olivier said,
“Let us depart immediately.”
* * *
The palace greenhouse, a luxurious structure with glass panes fitted into a beautiful framework reminiscent of a birdcage, was one of the Imperial family’s prized artistic architectural pieces.
The greenhouse was filled with rare plants not found anywhere else in the empire, and the thick fragrance these plants emitted permeated the warm air sweetly.
Amidst the exotic plants with sharp, sword-like leaves and round, shield-like foliage, and surprisingly large flowers blooming everywhere, there was a tearoom famous as a social venue for noble ladies.
However, Elizabeth Ruthwell always felt uneasy in this place.
As Elizabeth entered the tearoom, her delicate shoulders gave a slight shudder.
She looked up nervously at the large plants surrounding the tearoom.
The plant stems were as if clad in rough armor, too thick to embrace even with both arms.
Moreover, the thick leaves seemed to resemble various weapons stacked upon each other.
Every time Elizabeth saw the waxy, shiny leaves, she fell into a strange feeling.
Leaves that didn’t know the seasons and couldn’t fall from the tree, growing bigger and bigger, inflating… Every time she saw those leaves, Elizabeth felt as if she herself was becoming heavier, sinking deeper… and deeper…
“Lady Ruthwell, please sit here.”
Elizabeth was jolted from her thoughts by the voice calling her.
Turning away from the eerie plants, she walked toward the tearoom’s table with a gentle smile.
“Thank you, Lady Ferrel.”
The noble ladies seated at the tearoom table greeted Elizabeth with friendly smiles.
Elizabeth exchanged warm greetings with each of them.
They were all noble ladies who had come to the imperial capital to attend the banquet welcoming the new master.
Sophia Ferrel spoke to Elizabeth.
“Lady Ruthwell, have you heard why the banquet was suddenly delayed today?”
“Oh… Apologies. I just left the estate and arrived at the capital, so I haven’t heard anything.”
Cheryl Atos fluttered her long eyelashes and whispered.
“No need to apologize. We’re actually enjoying discussing it with every new arrival. Hohoho, it seems that Sir Roderick, who was the candidate for the new master, completely defeated Sir Xenon at the imperial arena!”
Elizabeth covered her mouth with her hand to express surprise and spoke in an intrigued voice.
“Really? Defeated him? What do you mean?”
Her words opened the floodgates of chatter among the ladies around the table.
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