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Aurelia’s face burned as she stood there in shame.
Carmella got up and around the long table to slowly make her way to Aurelia. She pointed at one of the garments
and told her, “This is one of the gold-couching techniques. The raw material for the gold thread used here comes
from a neighboring country of Southeast Aciatic. The annual yield isn’t a lot, so it’s very precious. The thread is soft
and fragile, not having much flexibility, so one has to be exceptionally careful when embroidering to be able to keep
the thread whole.”
Aurelia had heard about this, but this was her first time seeing it.
“This style has high requirements for one’s needlework techniques.” Carmella looked at her calmly. “This robe
alone took five to six months and the collaboration of several veteran artisans.”
Aurelia bit her lips and stayed quiet.
“Ms. Aurelia, I’m not doubting your ability,” Carmella said softly. “But sometimes, whether a person can accomplish
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtsomething doesn’t depend on their ability but their knowledge and experience.
“Just like these robes. You’ve never seen them or come across such a style of craftsmanship. No matter how strong
your ability is, you won’t be able to embroider it.
“Same goes for you and Neil.
“Ms. Aurelia, you’ve been in Southeast Aciatic for some time now, so you must understand what I’m saying. I don’t
need to find you an interpreter, do I?”
Aurelia felt like she could taste gall in her throat. Her hands were balled into fists with her fingernails stabbing into
her palms. It hurt, but she was barely aware of it.
Yeah, the queen was right.
Even if she came across gorgeous garments like these, she would not know how to patch or manage them with her
hands.
Even if she met a great man like Neil, the disparity in their status would result in conflicts and differences in values
in the long term. When the ty wore off, would they still be as forgiving and tolerant to each other when they
realized their love was not as deep?
Aurelia’s eyes turned red. Asking her to give up on Neil was as if digging a part of her heart out. Without her
“uncle”, her life was an incomplete puzzle—almost missing that one piece…
Carmella took advantage of the timing and eyed her servant. The latter placed a thick envelope of the table in front
of them.
There were Armania dollars and a real Southeast Aciatic passport.
“Ms. Aurelia, I know you didn’t have an immigration status in the past and have had a hard time being treated as an
illegal immigrant.” Carmella looked at her. “It’s not hard for you to get a status, but you only have a temporary
residence permit now.
“I’ll give you money and a passport, Ms. Aurelia. You’ll be a true Southeast Aciatic citizen from now on.” Carmella
spoke with emphasis. “But please leave Southeast Aciatic for the time being!”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“What?” Aurelia was stunned. She could not help a smirk as she looked at the money and passport. “Your Majesty,
you’re giving me citizenship, but it’s to ask me to leave?”
“Not forever, just for now.” Carmella looked at her coldly. “You have a passport now. It’s convenient to go
anywhere.”
“How long am I to leave for?”
“Until Neil gets married.”
“Married…” Aurelia muttered the word repeatedly.
With who? The princess?
She clenched her fists, shaking.
Neil was just an item to them then! In their eyes, Neil was the general’s son and the best candidate for a marital
alliance—a tool to secure the royal family’s status.
However, to Aurelia, Neil was the one and only in this world. He was her god and her whole world.
She asked herself, ‘Aurelia, are you fine with them treating someone you treasure and cherish so much as a tool to
exchange favors?
‘Are you not hurt? Are you not fighting back!?’
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