#Chapter 63
The Empress couldn’t say a single word in response.
She didn’t seem to have such control over her rage back when she had thought that she had an upper hand.
The duality of her attitude made me sick.
We had been in a stalemate for a good amount of time before the doors flung open.
The person that entered the room without even a brief knock was Princess Diana.
Standing in the middle of a completely demolished room with her mother’s wrists in each of my hands, I blankly stared at Diana.
It didn’t take long for her to figure out the situation.
After locking the doors so that nobody would be able to peek into the room, she began to raise her voice.
“Stop it, Mother!”
Diana was always emotionless as if her feelings were ripped away or something.
But in front of her mother’s dirty linen, she was unusually revealing her fury.
Her tranquil, monotone voice turned sharp as it rose.
“None of this will change anything, mother. Let the Duchess go.”
