How to Hide the Emperor's Child - Chapter 99
“Why is there a decoration like this here?”
Hannah pointed to the sleeve of the dress.
There was an unusual floral embroidery on the tip of the wrist.
It was silver plums embroidered with thick white thread.
There was no such decoration in the design that Vellian had brought before.
The shoulders were planned to be embroidered with lilies with thin silver thread, and from elbow to wrist to be embroidered with silver birch with pearlescent thread.
The clerk looked at the sleeve, which Hannah pointed to at her, and said, “Oh, the seamstress added the design, saying it would be good to put it in this part. It has already been approved.”
“Is that so?”
“I think it was changed because silver plums are more suitable for the Empress than lilies.”
Hannah listened to the clerk and looked again at the silver plum on the sleeve.
It wasn’t unusual for a seamstress to add decorations in the middle of the work.
Even if the client makes the design, the seamstress changes some decorations and designs.
However, Hannah had a strange feeling.
The technique of embroidering silver plums is a web rose.
It was a technique of embroidering five pillars in the shape of a star and embroidering thick flowers by crossing the thread several times on it.
It was a common embroidery technique, but it’s not used much these days.
In particular, such thick embroidery stands out too much on wedding dresses using thin fabrics.
Hannah pressed the thick petals slightly just in case, but there was nothing inside.
Hannah looked back at the clerk and looked satisfied.
“It’s really pretty.”
The clerk was overjoyed to hear Hannah’s praise.
There was nothing suspicious.
“Keep up the good work.”
With those words, Hannah left the dressing room.
After getting back on the carriage, Hannah looked at the dressing room through the carriage’s window.
This was the best dressing room in the capital.
Of course, it would have a deep relationship with other noble ladies.
There was an anxious doubt on her face reflected in the window.
As the wedding was just around the corner, the imperial palace became busy.
The maid of honor of the Imperial Palace visited Astelle to report on the progress of the wedding.
However, there was a guest who came to the Empress Palace before that.
The Duke of Reston approached Theor with a friendly expression.
“When I heard that you were injured, this grandfather of yours was very surprised and came here immediately.”
It was a desperate voice full of worries and anxieties.
When someone hears it, they may think of him as a grandfather who loves his grandson.
But Theor hid behind a chair with a very wary expression on his face.
“I don’t like bad grandpa.”
The duke just smiled softly.
If Astelle or Fritz had committed such disrespect when they were young, he would not have let them go, but this child was a prince. Also, the only prince in the empire.
“At that time, this grandfather did not recognize the prince and was rude. I’ll beg for forgiveness now, so please forgive me.”
The Duke of Reston knelt down on one of his knees and was at eye level with Theor.
Then he asked with a benevolent expression, “What should I do for you to forgive me?”
Hearing his apology, Theor peeked out from behind the chair, hesitating.
There are many scenes in children’s books where someone apologizes for their mistakes.
Astelle also said that if someone sincerely apologizes, it’s good to forgive them.
He didn’t want to forgive this bad grandfather much, but this man said that he was his mother’s father.
He was shocked when he first heard about it.
Theor said reluctantly, “Then I will forgive you.”
“But don’t come here anymore, bad grandpa.”
The duke hardened for a moment then smiled friendly.
Just then, Astelle entered the drawing-room.
“Theor, go to your grandfather.”
As always, Astelle’s ‘grandfather’ was Astelle’s maternal grandfather, the Marquis of Carlenberg.
Theor came out from behind the chair.
After Theor left the drawing-room, the Duke of Reston sat down with an annoyed look.
“Tell him that I am his grandfather.”
He grumbled at Astelle, “Even though I come here often and treat him warmly, nothing has changed.”
The Duke of Reston frequently visited the Empress Palace during the daytime when Kaizen did not come. The purpose of the visit, of course, was to get close to Theor.
The duke went to great lengths to convince his young grandson.
But no matter how friendly he was, Theor still hated him.
“He’s still young, so he doesn’t know much about relatives. When he grows up, he will understand by himself,” Astelle comforted her father in a calm tone.
“Yeah, when he gets a little older, he’ll know that I’m his grandfather and there’s no need to avoid me.”
Astelle smiled as if agreeing with her father.
She had no intention of letting her father be near Theor.
“Are you asking me to find out about father’s corruption hidden in the estate?”
Not long ago, Fritz asked Astelle like that.
Astelle shook her head.
“No. That’s impossible. Even if there is corruption, you won’t be able to find evidence.”
Kaizen would have killed her father sooner if he had been able to find evidence that would bring him down easily.
“Then what are you going to do?”
“We have to make it.”
If there’s no evidence, just create a new one.
Astelle pretends to cooperate with her father, saying she will help him regain power again.
While her father devises a scheming to regain his power, Fritz and she will gather evidence that could lead to her father’s downfall.
When Fritz becomes the Lord of the West, he will also be able to manage the estate. That meant he could avoid his father’s eyes and secretly collect evidence.
Hannah, who had gone out of the Imperial Palace, came to Astelle.
“Hannah. Did you just come back from the dressing room?”
Hannah glanced at the Duke of Reston and said, “Lady Astelle, I have something to tell you.”
Astelle asked her father for understanding and entered the next room.
Hannah followed her.
Astelle wondered about Hannah’s behavior and thought she must have a reason.
“What happened in the dressing room?”
“It’s not a big deal, but it bothers me a bit.”
Hannah explained to Astelle what she saw in the dressing room.
“The embroidery decoration?”
Hannah answered with a serious expression.
“The dressing room offered to put silver plum blossoms on the sleeve of the dress.”
It was not unusual for a seamstress to change the design without permission.
“It’s nothing special, but it’s kind of odd.”
There’s no proof, but she felt like she was missing something.
Perhaps because of the timing, she overreacted a bit.
Astelle pondered for a moment, then recalled what she had learned from the history book.
“There was a poisoning incident in the Imperial Palace a few generations ago.”
It happened hundreds of years ago.
A nobleman killed the emperor’s wife by poisoning her dress.
There is a poison whose effect works once it seeps into the skin.
Although it is much less effective than poisoning food.
However, if the poison seeps into the skin several times over a long period of time, the body will weaken and eventually die.
It is said that the truth of the incident was revealed only after she died.
After that, clothes entering the Imperial Palace were to be tested for poison in advance.
‘Maybe someone is trying to use poison.’
Someone is trying to poison the empress’ wedding dress at the national wedding.
Can anyone do something crazy like that?
“You need to look into it carefully.”
Hannah nodded her head.
But, this is the Imperial Palace.
‘I can’t ask Sir Lyndon or any other knights.’
Although there is no solid evidence, she cannot order the knights of the Imperial Palace to investigate just because it is a little strange.
Above all, if this really is someone’s conspiracy, once the investigation is revealed, the culprit will cancel the plan.
‘There’s someone who can help.’
Someone who can help Astelle with or without evidence, and who is well versed in conspiracies and schemes.
Astelle opened the door again and went back to the drawing-room.
In the drawing-room, the Duke of Reston was waiting for her, drinking tea.
“I need your help, father.”
“What’s going on?”
“Are there any trustworthy people in the mansion?”
The Duke of Reston put down the teacup and smiled slightly.
“Yes, of course. Those who would risk their lives at my command.”
Although he lost his premiership, he still had enough of his servants who could risk their life.
“What can I do for you?”
Astelle frankly asked her father, “I want to secretly monitor the dressing room of the capital just in case.”