Stunningly beautiful yet wicked, she begins by conquering eight beast husbands.

Chapter 105 Sharing worries
Chief Justice.

The highest leader of the court.

It wields real power, with a separation of powers between the Privy Council President and the Cabinet Executive, and the judiciary, legislature, and executive branches working in parallel while checking and balancing each other.

The imperial court, which controls military power, decision-making power, and the power of appointment and dismissal, stands above the other three parties, thus checking and balancing them.

Upon hearing the words "Judge," Scarlett's eyes lit up instantly. She suppressed the urge to rush forward and cried out tearfully, "Your Honor, I'm innocent!"

Devas: "..."

She smiled faintly, her gentle face shimmering with light. "Your Highness need not do this. You can just call me Daisy."

Scarlett hesitated slightly, "Isn't that inappropriate? You're a judge, and also Mo Ting's mother."

After all, they are elders; how can one address them by their given name?

Devas said, “It’s alright. Your Highness is the ruler, and I am the subject. It is only right.”

Scarlett wasn't one to stick to her principles; once the other person said that, she wouldn't dwell on it any longer.

Fortunately, people in interstellar space maintain a youthful appearance regardless of age, which lessened her discomfort. She smiled and called out, "Davis."

Devas nodded and replied, "Your Majesty."

Scarlett followed up on Daisy's earlier question, asking, "Did Mo Ting ask you to come see me?"

Dai Qisi nodded. "Mo Ting heard that His Highness was imprisoned in the court of judgment and was very worried, so he specially asked me to come and visit His Highness."

Worry?

Scarlett had reservations about those two words.

In the original storyline, the original owner was exiled, and it was Mo Ting who stabbed him in the heart.

A knife pierced right through to the heart.

The thought of that scene is chilling.

Scarlett gave an awkward smile. "Really? Well, thank you for your concern."

Devas's appearance wasn't stunningly beautiful, but it wasn't bad either. Her features were soft, like a quiet stream flowing gently in the Jiangnan water towns, and every smile and frown was full of charm.

She did indeed come to visit Scarlett.

Not only was there Mo Ting's request, but also Sang Zhuo's entrustment.

Unfortunately, her two children had different goals and quite different approaches, so she couldn't make up her mind and decided to see Scarlett first.

Perhaps the other party will surprise her.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Devas said, "Your Highness, I have reviewed your case file, and it is very unfavorable to you. The evidence is complete, both physical and witness, and the testimonies are consistent, including the testimony of the servant you brought with you, which is similar to that of the other two. If Your Highness wishes to prove your innocence, you will need more compelling evidence."

Look, this is the real questioning.

When it cannot be proven that you actually committed murder, the word "wrongfully accused" is used, which makes people feel much more comfortable.

Scarlett looked at Devas. "Devas, I am indeed innocent. As for evidence, I have none. I haven't seen the files and don't know what they said. Since you know, may I ask you a few questions?"

Devas replied, "Of course, Your Highness, please ask."

"Has the body been examined? What were the wounds like? Was the knife in my hand, and how I gripped it, consistent with the way I caused the wounds? Morton wasn't in that room from the beginning. In which part of his testimony does his statement match Hill's? And how did he know I was there, arrive at the right time, and take pictures of me committing the murder?"

Deaves paused, surprised by Scarlett's many questions. After a moment of silence, she said, "The body was examined, and the wounds were consistent. Morton was looking for someone, but he remembered the wrong house number, went into the wrong house, and happened to run into them."

"As for the confession..."

Devas recalled for a moment, "He said that before he entered the room, he heard Hill shouting that His Highness had killed someone, and then he pushed open the door and saw His Highness killing someone."

Scarlett asked, "Did you see it, or did you already kill it?"

Devas replied, "They've already killed them."

"Isn't the answer obvious?"

Scarlett smiled. "Morton accidentally barged in and became an unwitting witness to my murder. This seems plausible, but it's full of loopholes. He's a prince, and I'm a princess. Without me, he would be the heir to the throne. It's hard not to suspect that he orchestrated this whole thing, and Hill was his accomplice." "Or perhaps someone wanted to use him to get rid of me, and then use my death to get rid of him, killing two birds with one stone and reaping the benefits."

Scarlett has more options than just those seven arrest warrants.

And there's Gela.

That day, Riley told her, "Your Highness, you can use Grae without worry. His mind-reading ability won't work on you."

Since Grae's mind-reading ability was useless against her, Grae's special ability could become the trigger that provokes Hill to take action.

So she took Gella to see Christine.

If what she saw wasn't the real Christine.

After Hill replicates Graham's powers, he will definitely take action against her without delay.

She wanted to force Hill to take action, to force her to frame her for killing Christine, so that she could use herself as bait to get others involved.

Scarlett guessed that Morton was behind Graham.

In retrospect, this guess was correct; with Morton around, her safety was much more assured.

Upon hearing this, Devas was quite surprised. Scarlett had managed to escalate the conflict from one issue to another in just a few words. The reasoning was somewhat far-fetched, but not entirely unconvincing.

Composing herself, Devas composed herself, her surprise fading, and calmly looked at Scarlett. "Is there anything else?"

"Have."

Scarlett said with certainty and confidence, "It's a battle for resources."

……

……

"A resource competition?"

Enbecca was fiddling with the black magnet in her hand, a new gadget she had acquired that was said to temporarily boost black mental power when activated.

The magnet is about the size of a fist, a naturally formed square with every side perfectly smooth and without any gaps.

She fumbled around for an entire afternoon but couldn't open it, not even with her mental powers.

Just as they were getting into the swing of things, Riley came to see them.

She didn't like this son. If it weren't for his good mental strength level and his progress, she wouldn't have given him a second glance.

Since she was bored anyway, Enbecca let Riley into the study, and also to see if Riley could activate the magnet, since she remembered that Riley's mental energy was black.

Riley sought an audience not for himself, but for someone else.

She listened while fiddling with the magnet.

Finally, after hearing the last bit of her voice, she raised her eyes, glanced at Riley, and said, "What? You don't want to divorce Scarlett anymore?"

Riley lowered his eyes. "Mother, with the battle for resources imminent, divorce would do more harm than good. Your son dares not act recklessly."

Umbeka laughed, "So you want me to save Scarlett? She's a murderer now, locked up in the courtroom, that's not my territory."

Riley's attitude was humble. "Mother, the competition for resources is related to the family's honor. Scarlett's imprisonment at this time is probably also due to suppression by political enemies. We can discuss this matter together with other families."

Riley's eyebrows twitched, and his eyelids lifted slightly. "The family behind Hill is the Harlan family. The Harlan family had a dispute with my mother over the administration of Herdo City. If we can use this to suppress them, my mother's power will be more consolidated."

Hear the words.

Enbecca raised her eyebrows and looked at Riley with a gratified expression. "Riley, you really are my good son. I'm very pleased that you have this thought in your heart."

She patted Riley on the shoulder and said meaningfully, "It's a pity that Mother only has one title, but she has two daughters. If you can win a title for your sister, it will be a way of not letting down Mother's love for you. Don't you think so?"

A hint of sadness flashed in Riley's eyes, but a smile remained on his face as he nodded emphatically, "Your son will certainly share your burdens."

(End of this chapter)