Chapter 32 Making An Heir

“My lady— forgive me, my queen — do you want me to put more white powder on your face?”

I huffed, already annoyed, “Yes, Lydia, go ahead. Pour the whole bowl on me so I can turn into a ghost. Maybe that cruel man will get a heart attack when he sees me.”

Lydia winced like I slapped her. “My queen,...

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