The Debauched and Tyrannical Queen of Winter Descends upon the Invitation Space Today! 1W5 (Continued)

The whole world fell silent.

She looked around.

To her left was the traitorous Fairy Knight Lancelot, whose mind was full of stealing her husband for Mana Transfer.

To her right was Tán, holding her daughter's hand and wanting to split the family estate with her.

In the middle was Artoria, wearing a wedding dress personally sewn by her late best friend, looking shyly at her husband.

Any one of these three "divine beings" alone was enough to send Morgan's blood pressure soaring.

And now, the three of them had come together, directly triggering an emotional nuclear explosion powerful enough to blow up all of Britain.

"So..."

Morgan slowly closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and summarized in a tone so calm it was terrifying.

"So what you mean is... you used the Resurrection Card that my King's Husband gave you during his 'affair'—meaning when he made Tán Báwanī's mother—to revive my best friend..."

"And then you had my best friend make a wedding dress for you, this 'village girl,' to wear when meeting my King's Husband..."

"Is that right?"

As those final two words fell, the temperature in the hall plummeted once more. Even Chen Li could not help shivering.

Faced with the Queen of Winter's soul-searching question, Báwanī instinctively felt suffocating fear. The terror of her mother's anger, engraved into her bones, drained the color from her face. Her knees weakened, and she was about to drop to them and beg for mercy.

But the next second, a warm little hand covered her ears.

Without hesitation, Tán shielded the trembling Báwanī behind her. Her face, identical to Morgan's, was full of disapproval.

"Morgan! Look at that ferocious expression on your face! The wrinkles between your brows could crush flies! You'll scare the child! As a mother, can't