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"Splendid ball, if I do say so myself."

"Marvelous! The entire thing was a huge success!"

"Right, you are, my good chap. Tis a marvelous occasion to gather and what the young ones prance around in dance. But tis' most satisfying seeing my daughter getting interest from a very reliable suitor."

"Yes, yes, yes. My son also tells me he fancies a lady Bridget, one of Earl Knighthound's 19 daughters. Tis a marvelous occasion indeed."

With high spirits the men and families of high society bid several farewells to one another, getting on their carriages with many smiling, some weeping, others in a dazed lovestruck look, others singing merrily and most giggling and gossiping with their families about what their crushes said to them. 

Oh, dear. 

Everyone now seemed to be a love expert overnight, giving their one and two cents on the matter. 

Some were sad that the people who came up to them were those they never had crushes on, while others met new people who gave them new bubbling feelings that made them. 

Well, a majority of people agreed that Fall's final ball was a huge success, leaving many of them with potential marriage suitors. 

From now till the next ball sometime in late spring, you best believe many men would pay visits to many families to talk about marriage. 

Of course, some boys/men already had wives but wanted 2nds, 3rds, 4ths and so on. 

After all, it was to be expected in this era. 

Likewise, the daughters of some powerful wealthy women who already had several husbands were still out here fishing for more. 

Both men and women laid their cards on the table allowing their chosen partners to decide if they wanted to jump aboard their ships or not.

Only you know if you can handle the baggage it took in dealing with a man or woman with multiple spouses. 

Over 99.9 % of women in this era were comfortable with that. 

With the night no longer young, it was time to turn in.

Everyone thought the success of the ball would be the biggest news to engulf the city come morning. So how could they know that just after waking up, the entire city would be flooded with Ezenia's assassination attempt on his majesty Henry? 

"I knew it!" One lady exclaimed loudly in her boudoir. "I knew she was pretending! One day, I caught a glimpse of her evil eye when she thought his majesty wasn't staring at her. But every time I say it, everyone calls me crazy. Hahahhahahahha~... Crazily right is what I am!"

"I still can't believe she will still go so far because of the former Crown Prince, Prince Ulrich. Does she have brains at all? Why keep jumping in a sinking ship? I heard his highness is still kicked to in Baymard and will stay there for several years to come before getting released. So if she truly wanted to go on the whole love thing, why not wait for him to get out and then be with him?"

"My God! You want her to wait so long? Haven't you heard that the human body isn't firewood? A woman needs the touch of a man to keep warm at night."

"That's true. But then again... if our men don't want to touch us, women, what can we do but grow cobwebs underneath our legs? I don't understand that girl at all. There are hundreds of men who would die just to lick her feet and marry her home. Obviously, they would treat her like a queen yet she prefers to hang on a dead tree in the name of love."

"Pfft~... Love my foot. She might be in love but do you honestly think Ulrich, the famous Ulrich we all know would keep just her as his wife? It's possible, but I doubt it in their case."

"Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah."

The news was everywhere and was the number one top between sisters, brothers, friends, and even the old fogies.

Meanwhile, in an overly luxurious home with grand buildings, a well-maintained middle-aged woman slowly woke from their beauty rest, slowly taking out the soft eye covers. 

Her hair was in a silky hair bonnet, and her soft 

She had to admit that since she began using these Baymard. 

She had developed a rich lavish night and morning routine that left her face supple and soft like a baby's bottom.

In all her years of maturity, this was the period she began using Baymard's targeted facial products for the first time, would subconsciously freeze, giving her many stares, some of envy, some with curiosity and some filled with lust.

Goodness!

She never knew young vibrant men below the age of 25 could still loom at a woman her age (39).

Luckily for her, her husband was long dead and she was free to get jiggy with anyone she desired, although it must still be behind closed doors lest the press get a field day with the news.

Don't think only Baymard had official news gatherers. 

Before such news was only circulated in information and assassin guilds people had to buy off every little bit of news.

But now thanks to Baymard's openness, the world also followed along with the change.

Although many dare not post things about those in power, they could bloody well sell the information to Baymard. And you bet provided it would be posted, provided it was news that didn't harm One so badly they thought of committing suicide.

Baymard wasn't a bully.

Should they dare to post something truly horrendous, it meant the other party was just too much and had to be stopped.

Like one of the nobles whose house was seized because he was a psycho.

Do you know they found over 7,000 skulls buried in his gardens? 

It's said he loved killing day and night just catching people on the roads and taking them back to his private quarters for a fun game.

There were times that he even had ecstasy from the pleasure alone, standing naked before his victim's body and enjoying himself to the fullest.

What a sicko.

Who would feel safe knowing such a man in power was free and on the loose?

Again, if Baymard did have to post a cheating scandal or any eye-boggling matters they would leave the names anonymous since the story was just too interesting to pass up on.

Of course, the real culprits or those involved would know themselves once they see the article. 

Hehehehehe~

The guilt in their hearts would bear heavy on them, wondering if they would one day be found out or not. 

All in all, the gorgeous woman was very careful with any lover she had.

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Slowly rising from her bed, she grabbed the sheer red see-through robe with feathered outlines and wore it over her satin nightgown. 

Looking at the bell beside her bed, she raised it chest level and shook it calmly. 

Ring!~

Bam! 

Almost immediately, 10 maids plunged into the bedroom with morning necessities already in hand. 

Some rushed to make her bed while others hurried to another small room within the main bedroom chambers.

It was akin to a private bathing room just for herself.

They called it small, but it really wasn't. 

The madam had a fixed morning schedule and routine, no matter what time she woke. 

And of course, while laying in her massive bathtub for a scrub and wash, the maids would bring her up to speed with all the juicy topics they heard about.

Although they as servants couldn't get precious information like the nobles, you have to know that just this morning while moving across the vast estate, the guards and many others had already passed on information they heard from their colleagues and so on

It was hard to hide such news as the royal palace was the one that released the news to everyone including peasants.

Splash!

A load full of water spilled from the corners of the tub, as the woman abruptly rose in monetary shock before cruising loudly to the skies. 

"Waste! Trash! Idiot!"

So this was the big plan Ezenia had been promising her for years now? 

This was the big plan she had in kicking Henry down and putting her son, Ulrich, up.

Was she so draft that she couldn't come up with anything more brilliant than this? 

Of course, if the man had worked, she would've been praising Ezenia to the skies. But now that it turned sour, all she had were horses and curses, wondering what she ever saw in such a stupid girl to make her Ulrich's fiancee.

"Get out." Her voice was low but terrifying. 

The woman only felt she must have been affected too much since she and Ezenia were somewhat close. 

Biting her bottom lips, the woman quickly rose, having no inkling of taking any fam bath again.

What should she do now?

Don't think she has given up on freeing her son.

What woman gives up on a child she carried and pushed out of her belly for 9 months? Of course, if that child is a daughter, well... giving up is easy.

Daughters will eventually belong to someone else. So why care too much about them?

In her opinion, sons were the only children things a woman should truly care for. 

Leaving the bathing room, she hastily commanded the servants to dress her up.

No! 

She had to leave as soon as possible.

But to where and to see whom? This was her biggest secret. 

"Don't worry, son. Mother won't rely on that bitch and her family anymore... not her has her own unique way of getting you out."

With that, the carriage left the estate; and in just a single day, everyone knew Ezenia was over!