It seems that the villain is targeting me.

The same is true of the daughter of the Duke: Miss Tudor is of noble descent, symbolizing the face of the Duke and the royal family, and her belonging has strong political implications.

In this marriage that all the bigwigs are tacitly aware of, she can be said to be the crucial tiger talisman.

But all these things had nothing to do with Miss Tudor herself, and no one cared about her wishes and feelings.

If she wanted to gain a place in this cruel political struggle, the only thing she could do was to obey.

The softness in Xiao Niao's nature made him feel a little sympathy for the girl whom he had only met briefly at the welcoming party.

No matter how the main storyline will develop, as an obstacle standing in the way of the Son of Destiny, her tragic end can be said to be inevitable.

Xiao Niao thought about it for a while and remembered that the child's name seemed to be Gwyneth.

She was only sixteen years old, and in the eyes of Xiao Niao, who already had memories of two lives, she was just a half-grown child.

Xiao Niao couldn't help but sigh. Life in the ancient times was indeed very torturous.

[There's nothing we can do about it. This is how the world's will arranges things.]

The system was also helpless: [She is destined to be the victim in the story. According to you Easterners, this is called the way of heaven.]

[This is the way of heaven. This is her fate. There is no way to resist it.]

"...You said the plot has already begun?"

Xiao Niao was already a little annoyed by what she was saying. She looked listless and asked, "Where are we now?"

"I was just about to tell you this," the system smacked its lips. "There's a dinner party being hosted by the royal family today, and Charles is attending with his lover."

"Oh." Xiao Niao didn't react much and his emotions were relatively stable.

[And Gwyneth was also at the banquet—yes, the one who was engaged to the eldest prince.]

Xiaoniao...Xiaoniao is breathtaking.

Wow, she actually danced right in front of the real person and slapped your father, the emperor, in the face.

You kid, you are a bit anti-feudal and monarchical.

[At the dinner, Gwyneth took the Baron's daughter to an inconspicuous corner and quietly scolded her, but she didn't expect that their every move was being observed by the Crown Prince.]

A gloomy expression appeared on Prince Charles' handsome face. He slowly walked over to the two of them and casually picked up a wine glass beside him.

Xiao Niao asked blankly, "He picked up the wine glass and smashed it on his head like crazy?"

[——Splashed onto Gwyneth.]

Xiaoniao Pain Mask: "Damn idiot."

[It's not over yet.] The system coughed. [Let's make a deal first. Don't go crazy, and don't kill anyone. Charles is the lucky child of this world, after all. If you kill him, our mission is over...]

"Okay, I get it. Keep reading!"

The system was very worried: [Please write a letter.]

"Read!"

The system had no choice but to continue reading dryly.

Charles looked indifferently at the utterly embarrassed Gwyneth before him. He had mercilessly exposed her vicious behavior of bullying the weak, exposing her ugly behavior before everyone. His eyes no longer held the same pride.

"A vicious and jealous woman like you is not worthy of being my queen," he declared coldly. "That's enough. I am breaking off my engagement with Gwyneth Tudor."

Xiao Niao was dumbfounded.

She was silent for a long while before she hesitated and said, "Who wants to cancel the engagement?"

【Prince Charles and Gwyneth. 】

Xiao Niao couldn't believe it: "Who are you breaking off the engagement with?"

【With Gwyneth.】

Xiao Niao opened his mouth wide, his expression blank: "Where? With whom?!"

[At a dinner hosted by the royal family, with Gwyneth Tudor.]

Xiao Niao: “…”

With his last hope, Xiao Niao asked cautiously, "Is it possible that this Gwyneth you mentioned is someone with the same name?"

The system looked at Xiao Niao with pity, then ruthlessly shattered her fantasy: [Do you think it's possible?]

The bird was silent.

The little bird was speechless for a long time.

The system kept reminding her: [We agreed before, no violence allowed.]

The bird said, "Oh, OK, I won't do it."

She slowly opened the study door and walked into the corridor.

Today is a traditional holiday in the empire. Except for the guards who ensure security, everyone else was sent home to rest after noon.

Even several of the officials around her applied for leave, and now there are only a handful of people still staying at their posts in the huge Prime Minister's Office.

The bird took a deep breath.

She began to shake people angrily: "Where are they? Where are they? Where the hell are they?

Go!!!"

Chapter 5 System: We agreed not to take action!

In the capital, inside the royal banquet hall.

Gwyneth stood pale in a corner of the banquet hall, cold wine dripping from the ends of her light golden hair, and her originally dignified and exquisite dress was soaked in the wine.

Her mind was blank, and the sticky touch of the red wine burned her soul like sulfuric acid. Gwyneth still stood there and did not flee immediately, only because of the remaining dignity and stubbornness in her heart.

The eldest prince, Charles Hamilton, was looking at her with an extremely indifferent and cold gaze, with only a little red wine left in the goblet in his hand.

Obviously, he was the one who spilled the wine on Gwyneth just now.

"What are you doing, Your Highness?" Gwyneth's voice remained calm. "This is in His Majesty's palace. You should hold the wine glass steady. You are being too careless."

Pouring a whole glass of red wine on someone's head cannot be explained by a simple "accident" - it can be seen that Gwyneth is trying very hard to smooth things over for the eldest prince.

After all, this was a public place, and the guests present were all rich or noble. Gwen obviously didn't want to make things too embarrassing here.

However, she was destined to become the laughing stock at tonight's dance.

But Charles on the other side frowned impatiently.

He hated the woman's calm and self-possessed pride the most. She seemed to be trying to give him a way out, but in reality she was using words to warn him: This is in the emperor's palace, you'd better restrain yourself.

The distinguished and handsome crown prince sneered lazily and casually threw the goblet in his hand to the servants around him.

"Miss Gwyneth is as sharp-tongued as the rumors say," Charles said, deliberately raising his voice so that everyone around him could hear. "You wantonly bully the daughter of a baron of lower status than yourself, but fawn over me, a member of the royal family—is this how you curry favor with our father?"

The voices of the guests chatting and laughing gradually died down. Some people had already noticed the situation here and started discussing it in low voices.

The brave ones even stretched their necks and watched the fun openly.

After all, this is a banquet organized by the royal family. As the eldest prince and the future heir to the empire, his every move will attract everyone's attention.

Gwyneth pursed her lips, as if she were standing alone on a small boat in the middle of the ocean.

Logically speaking, things wouldn't have gotten to the point where Gwyneth would be embarrassed.

Her father was a duke, and if she made a scene that was too ugly, it would only damage the reputation of both the royal family and the duke's family. There would always be familiar nobles who would stand up to smooth things over for her.

But unfortunately, Gwyneth was not born into a noble family in the capital. She had only traveled a long distance from her hometown to the capital two months ago, accompanied by her father and brother, because of the summons of His Majesty the Emperor.

Strictly speaking, this was Gwyneth's first public appearance in a social setting.

The nobles in the capital were still keeping a wait-and-see attitude towards the daughter of the Duke who came from the border, so when Charles got angry, no one stood up to speak for her.

She could only defend herself.

Gwyneth's voice trembled slightly. "You said I insulted the Baron's daughter?"

"This is ridiculous, Your Highness. How could I possibly humiliate your guest in front of so many guests? Miss Milana and I were just having a normal conversation."

"Besides, the Baron's daughter is standing right here. Why don't you ask her in person?"

And Miss Milana, the youngest daughter of the Baron, was brought into the banquet by the eldest prince.

Ever since the eldest prince suddenly lost his temper and poured wine on Gwyneth, Milana has been frightened and stood there in a daze.

It wasn't until Gwyneth called out her name that Milana came to her senses. She explained in a panic, "Yes, yes, you misunderstood. Miss Tudor didn't..."

But Prince Charles had already sentenced Gwyneth to death in his heart. He did not think that what Gwyneth said made any sense at all. Instead, he was annoyed by Gwyneth's open rebuttal to him.

This woman must have threatened Milana, Charles thought gloomily, but she certainly could not have imagined that he had long known her ugly face behind her back, and now she would definitely not be fooled by these words again.

She dared to make such excuses even after being caught in the act. It seemed that this arrogant and domineering daughter of the Duke did not take him, the eldest prince, seriously at all.

"Enough!" Prince Charles interrupted Milana, "Gwyneth Tudor, how dare you threaten my guests in front of so many people!"

Gwyneth was surprised: "I asked her to explain what happened to you, how can it be called a threat?"

"Do you really need to explain what happened?" Charles sneered. "Bullying the weak, instigating murder... I've already heard of your crimes from others. Today, I even witnessed you verbally abuse the Baron's daughter. There's no need for you to try to make excuses!"

The rustling sounds around became louder, and some of the timid female guests even screamed in fear.

Gwyneth looked at the eldest prince in disbelief.

She took a step back, her face pale, but her tone was still firm: "That's not the case

Your Highness, please understand that I have never done these things. How can you say such things without any investigation? This is too blind. "

"You call me blind? How dare you teach me how to do things?"

Prince Charles seemed to be enraged: "Just based on a marriage contract that hasn't even taken effect, you think you're the master here?!"

Gwyneth's shoulders slumped, her expression filled with helplessness.

She could see that the eldest prince had already convicted her and had no intention of giving her any chance to defend herself.

The music at the party had stopped at some point, and the guests at the banquet stopped talking and looked at Gwyneth, who was almost forced to leave no place to stand.

This was nominally a dinner held to welcome her, but from the moment the eldest prince walked into the ballroom with the girl's arm in his, Gwyneth was like an exhibit without emotion or personality, being casually viewed and commented on by passers-by.

She did warn the girl, but it was more of a reminder. Maybe she meant to use her title to pressure her, but she never threatened her life.

If this was wrong, what else could she do?

Her fiancé openly attended the palace ball with a strange woman on his arm, leaving her aside and ignoring her. Should she pretend not to see it and endure it silently?

It was like an unsolvable vicious circle. No matter what she did, she couldn't change the fact that people were talking about her behind her back.

Even though she had done nothing wrong.

The guests' gazes were like sharp knives, gouging the girl's already shaky self-esteem until it bled.

Gwyneth took a step back, trying her best to appear calm and maintain her last bit of dignity.

But even the most obtuse person could see how embarrassed and miserable she was at the moment.

She lifted up the hem of her skirt that was wet with wine, stopped arguing, and bowed her head respectfully.

Gwyneth's back trembled with humiliation, her eyes dropped to the ground, her wet blonde hair sticking to her cheeks in a mess.

The girl's voice was so low that it seemed as if she didn't intend for anyone to hear her: "...You are so unreasonable."

Charles frowned slightly, and a hint of impatience appeared on his handsome and charming face.

As if that wasn't enough, he looked at the guests around him, and his majestic and authoritative voice echoed in the banquet hall.

"My Lords, you have all seen this. This woman, relying on her status as the Duke's daughter, has acted recklessly, even attempting to murder innocent people. She has absolutely no moral integrity."

"He verbally abused the guest I brought with him, and even after being caught red-handed, he denied everything and refused to admit his guilt."

"Such a vicious and jealous woman is not worthy of being my queen!"

Gwyneth froze in place like a petrified statue.

On the other side, Prince Charles continued in a deep voice, "I will report everything that happened today to my father and ask him to dissolve my marriage with Miss Gwyneth Tudor..."

Before he could finish the word "engagement", he was interrupted by a sudden noise.

Charles frowned, realizing something was wrong.

A spherical black shadow suddenly flew through the air, passing through the dazed guards and the confused crowd, and before anyone could react, it hit Charles hard in the face.

The air seemed to be stagnant. Miss Milana, who was closest to the scene, was fortunate enough to witness the entire process in detail.