NOVPUBChapter 935: 448 Soul Departure_3 Chapter 935: 448 Soul Departure_3 Silvia Hayes crept to the door, her ear pressed against the gap.
There was no sound within the room, the silence was stifling.
She cautiously opened the door just a crack, and in an instant, Silvia’s brows furrowed and her nose twitched.
A strong Gaharu Fragrance.
This incense was exceedingly rare and precious, it could soothe one’s mind and spirit, but at this concentration, it could easily induce illusions and numb the nervous system.
This was exceedingly dangerous.
Silvia covered her nose and mouth, pushed the door open, and walked in.
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Inside, Aubree Groove was sitting cross-legged on the bed, her eyes were half-closed, and her hands clasped together, remaining motionless.
The incense burner nearby was filled with a faint Gaharu Fragrance.
What the hell was she up to?
Silvia leaned towards Aubree and waved a hand in front of her face.
Aubree gave no response, seemingly in a state of meditation.
Silvia’s gaze swept across Aubree’s face, a trace of malice flickering in her eyes.
Only now could she release her suppressed emotions without fear.
If she scarred this face, would Linden Sky return?
Her gaze landed on a dagger of the table nearby, and as if possessed, Silvia seized the dagger.
In that moment, it felt like her soul shook.
Silvia froze in place, the hand covering her mouth and nose trembled slightly.
A waft of fragrance drifted into her nose through the gaps between her fingers, Silvia swayed, and with a “thud”, collapsed onto the floor.
She stared blankly at the beam above her head, her consciousness gradually blurring.
It felt like she was floating in the sky, lightweight and ethereal.
The sun high above was too dazzling, she could barely open her eyes.
A gentle breeze brushed by her ear, birdcalls chirped intermittently.
Everything felt so real…
“Joyous news, joyous news, Dario Dankworth from the Duke’s mansion, has been selected by the Emperor as the Honorable Scholar…”
The young ladies across the city moved with the wind, rushing to admire the dashing Honorable Scholar as he paraded through the streets.
A young man in a robe of moon-white brocade rode a tall horse, passing through amidst the cheers of the crowd.
He had sharp, lofty brows and elegant manners.
He possessed both the nobility of a noble family and the carefree elegance of a wandering hero.
Compared to the Top Scholar who was already declared, this new Honorable Scholar had an exceptional appearance and demeanor.
A prodigious young man, indeed.
It was the talk of the town, winning all the girls’ hearts.
Silvia was caught in the crowd, surrounded by ear-piercing screams of excitement, and she was utterly dazed.
What situation was this?
Everything in front of her seemed illusory, yet everything felt so real, down to the frothy spit that splashed onto her face from the girls’ excited screaming.
Silvia was swept along by the crowd, struggling to move.
She yelled, “Stop, please stop, quickly…”.
Even modern star chasers wouldn’t be half as terrifying as this.
What the hell place was this?
If this was a dream, she needed to wake up, and quickly.
The midday sun was blazing as she watched the dashing figure of the young man on the tall horse in the midst of the surging crowd.
Out of the corner of her eye, among the crowd on the other side, there seemed to be a very familiar figure.
Before she could react to the shock, she felt a bout of dizziness and a sensation of falling, as if she was descending into a black hole.
When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in a lavishly decorated mansion garden.
The domestics were happily going to and fro, a middle-aged couple rushed out with excitement on their faces.
Silvia saw the Honorable Scholar pass right through her body and kneel down before the couple.
The family of three basked in their joy, before an abrupt shrill voice broke the peaceful atmosphere.
“The imperial edict has arrived.”
“By the grace of Heaven, the Emperor decrees, here is Dario Dankworth, the son of our Grand Duke, a young talent who topped the palace examination.
I am pleased.
I should choose a virtuous young lady to be his wife.
My beloved daughter, Princess Madeleine, is gentle, virtuous, respectful, and sensitive…”
With the fall of the eunuch’s last voice, silence filled the scene.
“Your Highness, the Prince Consort, congratulations.”
The young man’s face went deadly pale, remaining rigidly knelt on the ground, and made no response for a long while.
Silvia frowned, “The Emperor is mad.
How ugly must this Princess Madeleine be that she can’t be married off?
She will be cruelly forced onto the Honorable Scholar.
So unfair.”
Silvia couldn’t help but to make sarcastic remarks to herself.
Nobody could hear her anyway, so she spoke her mind.
“Hey, Honorable Scholar.” Silvia stood in front of the man and spoke out loud even though he couldn’t see or hear her: “Reject her if you don’t like her.
No one can force you.”
However, she forgets, in a strict feudal society like this, no one can challenge the authority of the monarch.
The man’s face was as pale as jade, his teeth gritted tightly, his head bowed, and his hands were raised high.
“Dario Dankworth, thanks His Majesty for his graciousness.”
Those seven words came out from the depths of his chest, carrying a profound sense of helplessness and sorrow.
Silvia saw a familiar figure standing amongst the crowd in the distance.
Before she could react, she was once again enveloped by the sensation of falling.
