Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Beatriceâs eyes lit up.
This was the time when the beastmen were trying their best to establish diplomatic relations with the Divine Moon Empire.
It was normal for the diplomats of the Divine Moon Empire to visit the Beast Clanâs royal family.
She clearly remembered that the diplomat in charge of contacting the Orc Empire was her eldest cousin, Mo Yelouâs good friend, Qin Lang. Qin Lang was a gentleman. If she wanted to ask for help, finding Qin Lang was the best way!
Seeing that the chance to ask for help was right in front of her, Beatrice was so excited that she couldnât even grip the rag properly.
When she noticed that Beatriceâs hand was trembling, a look of heartache flashed across the female mermanâs eyes.
She thought that Beatrice was afraid, and that was why her hands were trembling. The female merman hurriedly lowered her voice and said to Beatrice, âYour Highness, donât be distracted. The steward is coming. If he sees you distracted again, he definitely wonât let you off easily!â
As she spoke, the female mermanâs gaze landed on the back of Beatriceâs hand, which was filled with whip scars. She couldnât help but wipe her tears. She sighed as she said, âYour Highness, you must live on. Your survival is our hope.â
Beatrice gave the female merman a deep look.
The female mermanâs name was Jessica. She was a maid who served Beatriceâs mother all year round. After Beatrice was born, it was Jessica who helped take care of her most of the time.
Therefore, Beatrice had called Jessica her mother since she was young.
Beatrice remembered that on the night of the birthday banquet of the Orc Empireâs king, a few crown princes of the Orc Empire came to the backyard and forcefully poured medicine into her mouth. It was Jessica who shielded her body and endured the merciless and violent punches and kicks of the Orcs for her.
In the end, Jessica was beaten to death by the beastmen.
When Jessica died, she kept vomiting blood. Blood and saliva landed on Beatriceâs hair. But even at her death, Jessica hugged Beatrice tightly.
As Beatrice stared at Jessicaâs worried face, tears flowed down her face.
After she was imprisoned by the beastmen, Beatrice had never cried.
Beatrice represented the entire Caro Dynasty. She could bleed, but she couldnât cry. Therefore, even though those beastmen beat and tortured her, she never cried.
Jessica had never seen Beatrice cry. Even on the day the king and queen were killed, Beatrice had never shed tears.
When she saw the brave Beatrice cry out in grievance and fear, Jessicaâs heart ached even more.
Beatrice must have been frightened by the beastmen and broke down.
Jessica quickly used her knees to support herself on the cold and wet floor as she moved to Beatriceâs side. As she secretly observed the butler in case he suddenly appeared, she gently pulled Beatrice into her arms and comforted her with heartache. âYour Highness, donât be afraid. Even if the sky falls, I will help you.â
Before the sky fell, Jessica did help her bear the brunt.
However, Jessica was only a Scholar with a low cultivation level. How could she go against the heavens?
Beatrice hugged Jessicaâs waist tightly as she sobbed. âThank you, thank you.â
âSilly child, Iâm like your mother. Why are you thanking me?â When Jessica heard the steward walking over, she quickly let go of Beatrice and hurriedly picked up the rag from the bone-chilling basin.
Jessica squeezed the rag and handed it to Beatrice.
Seeing that the steward had arrived, Jessica immediately pretended to be stern as she reprimanded Beatrice. âLook at you. What do you even know how to do? Is it because your hand hurts and you canât hold the rag? The magnanimous orcs gave us a chance to live, so we should be grateful. You should work harder and be grateful to them for giving us a chance to live!â
âIf you dare to slack off again, Iâll be the first to hit you!â
Jessica scolded Beatrice.
The steward came to the backyard palace every day to beat Beatrice up to relieve his boredom. Today, when he came, he was surprised to see the little merman being insulted by a servant of the same race. He immediately felt relieved.
The steward chuckled and said to Beatrice, âYour Highness, the Beast Clan doesnât raise trash. You have to follow Jessicaâs example. Look at how enlightened she is. As a lap dog, you have to be a dutiful lap dog.â
âIf your master gives you a bite to eat, you have to be grateful and serve your master dutifully.â