Rejoicing

Mekasha was furious as she listened to Reiner's vicious words.

Now that she had fallen into Reiner's hands, revenge was clearly impossible. As a woman, she was born with a tremendous disadvantage in politics.

Without the foundation of the Bazhalan Kingdom, she would be imprisoned in a monastery. She had not the slightest chance of making a comeback.

Originally, she had already intended to accept such a fate. Even if she could not avenge her father and brothers, she could only resign herself to it. After all, she had exhausted every method and still failed. Some things simply could not be defied.

But her son was her final hope. Since she could not fulfill her own wish, Mekasha hoped that her son could do it for her. Even if he could not, it would still be an excellent outcome if he could remain in the Bazhalan Kingdom and become its king.

But now, Reiner had not only crushed her determination to seek revenge—he also intended to take control of her son.

How could a son under Reiner's control become king? In the end, did he have any choice besides becoming Reiner's puppet?

Mekasha knew this very clearly. Judging from his attitude toward her just now, the person before her was no longer the affectionate young man he had once been.

People always changed. More than ten years had passed, and Reiner was already in his thirties. Nearly twenty years were enough to change a person beyond even his own recognition.

The Reiner of today had love only for his family. Aside from power, the things most important to him were his family—his parents, wife, son, and brothers.

"Drop dead! Just die! Why won't you die?!"

Mekasha's anger had reached an unbearable level. She had nearly lost her reason, and suddenly