They're not even human anymore; those wicked women can cry even more miserably.

"You just accompanied you to visit your best friend, aren't you going to invite me to your home?"

Sistine bit her lip, filled with grief and indignation.

"You probably don't want to come to my house as a guest, but rather you want to..."

She didn't say what came next; she couldn't bring herself to say anything malicious.

But the meaning is self-evident.

Char coughed twice, feeling a little embarrassed that his little scheme had been exposed.

But she was still looking at Sistine.

Sistine blushed and lowered her head slightly.

Suddenly, memories from the last time popped into my mind.

Those embarrassing images flashed through her mind, and her limbs suddenly went weak.

It felt like I was back in the slumber of the day, my legs were weak, my hands ached, and I was exhausted all over.

"Don't you want me to go?"

Char's voice rang in my ears.

Sistine bit her lip, her voice soft.

"I... I want to practice swordsmanship."

I'm a little nervous.

Swordsmanship is not to be trifled with, and sword practice is a matter of perseverance that cannot be neglected even for a single day.

If he visits her home and looks like he did last time, she definitely won't be able to practice her swordplay.

So, even though she was reluctant, she still had to refuse.

"That's it."

Char's voice was still clear and melodious, but it carried a hint of regret.

He looked a little disappointed.

Sistine was already heartbroken by his refusal, and seeing him like this made her even more reluctant to let him go.

I feel like I've made a huge mistake.

Just as Char turned to leave, Sistine gripped his hand tightly and refused to let go.

The moment he turned around, his soft lips pressed against his.

It has a slightly sweet aroma with a hint of mint.

Her breathing was light, but somewhat disordered.

The sudden kiss left Xia momentarily stunned.

Sistine stood on tiptoe, tilted her head back, and after offering a kiss, stepped back slightly.

With their heads tilted back, the two were very close, almost touching noses.

Her heart pounded, yet she made a solemn promise.

"I'll make time for it tomorrow..."

The other side.

Inside the villa, Violet sat on the sofa, her long silver hair tied up, with a high ponytail falling over her shoulders and cascading down her front.

The large, menacing creature blocked her view; she could only see a small part of her knees.

Her boots slammed on the carpet, and she stood on tiptoe, her whole body tense, her back ramrod straight.

"Drink some water."

Long carried the tea out of the tea room and placed it on the table in front of Violet.

The sudden sound startled Violet, and she quickly looked up at Oboro, her heart pounding with anxiety.

He appeared extremely awkward in front of the young maid who was entertaining him.

She forced a smile, like a frightened bird.

"Thank you."

At this moment, it was as if the two had switched bodies; Violet had become socially awkward, while Oboro was the poised and confident princess.

Violet's slender, long, white-stockinged legs writhed nervously as she held the cup in both hands, but didn't drink a drop.

I was even a little hesitant to look at Oboro.

She always gave off the feeling of a mistress coming to provoke the wife.

Of course, the official wife wasn't herself; she was the shameless mistress who came to provoke him.

Oboro was the one who was with Char from the very beginning.

She had also overheard their intimate moments.

Therefore, in Violet's heart, Oboro was truly Char's rightful wife.

But he also has feelings for Char...

She must be very angry right now, right?

But they still treated themselves well.

She's such a nice person.

But it's my own fault for not doing well. What should I do if I anger the other party?

Violet gripped the cup tighter, her legs shuffling, her mind racing.

Despite her audacity in coming to provoke people as a mistress, she's actually quite cowardly.

Before she could say anything, do anything, or even return to the person in question, she had already scared herself half to death.

"What brings Your Highness here today?"

Oboro sat opposite Violet and took the initiative to start a conversation.

But her voice startled Violet, who was engrossed in a brainstorming session.

—To provoke you.

These words almost slipped out of my mouth.

Fortunately, at the last moment, Violet regained her senses.

She's not that bad.

She really has something important to discuss with Xia this time!

"Well, I had something to discuss with Xia Ya, but I didn't expect him to be here."

Violet awkwardly reached up and tied her hair up, glancing uncomfortably left and right.

"He went out on something. Wait here for a bit. He should be back soon."

"No more."

Violet stood up, feeling her heart racing, a sense of guilt creeping in as she faced the Empress.

"Or... shall I visit again next time?"

The current scene feels a bit too scary.

"Wait a little longer, the master will be back soon."

Long took the initiative to try and persuade him to stay.

But the more this happened, the more guilty Violet felt, as if she were a mistress caught red-handed by the wife and about to be punished.

She waved her hand repeatedly, even though she was already at the door.

However, before she could open the door, it opened by itself.

Violet looked up blankly and met Char's gaze.

Two minutes later.

Violet sat back down on the sofa, but she was a little more relaxed than before, when she was anxiously pacing around. She just held onto her water glass tightly.

With her previous inner conflict resolved, Violet has naturally regained her composure.

Recalling her previous failed attempt to "force a confession" in the grove, she felt it necessary to have a proper talk with Xia.

"I've come to see you this time because of the Silvermoon Kingdom's brewing of wine."

Violet's small face was stern and very serious.

She came on behalf of her aunt this time, showcasing the prestige of the Silver Moon Kingdom!

"Although distilled spirits are very beneficial, some other problems have been encountered in actual operation."

"The first point is the control of temperature."

"It is quite difficult to control the temperature at the right separation temperature, so there is always an 80% failure rate in each purification process, making it impossible to extract the original liquid from the wine."