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“The memorial is over. They’re leaving.” Pu’er sat on the windowsill in the bedroom, watching the scene play out below.
After paying his respects at Allen Manor’s ancestral cemetery, Duke York’s party had prepared to return to the royal palace. Carefully supported by two servants, the aged Duke York was helped into a car.
“I think the reason Her Majesty the queen kept deliberately delaying her plan until now might be that she also wants to outlast her son; Let him fail first, and have him be the one to swallow the seed.”
No one responded to Pu’er, so she continued on her own, “This time-race between mother and son still hasn’t produced a clear winner, but what ended up defeating Her Majesty the queen was time itself. As she grew older, she lost the will to stubbornly stay in the race. Death is looming closer and closer, and her fear of death has outgrown her nervousness about swallowing that seed.
“I still don’t know what that seed could be,” Pu’er said, lifting her tail to nibble on it. “But if you compare it like this… it’s definitely something terrifying.”
At that moment, Judia also moved to enter the car. She was going to ride in the same one as her grandfather.
However, before getting in, Judia stopped and turned around. She looked up at the third floor of the castle behind her and saw the black cat sitting on the windowsill. For a brief moment, a person and a cat met each other’s gaze.
Then, Judia got into the car.
“Oh my god, such a sweet little darling of Great-Grandma!” Pu’er’s face broke into an intensely fond, auntie-like smile.
She liked this little girl. She might be in the enemy camp, but her stance was firm, and...
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