6 06. The Turmoil (4).

"Your Bloodiness, we are to get on the road."

I remember, what exactly happened, in that cold cold palace. I remember and I have never forgotten. Oh, sweet revenge awaits me, how my violet eyes will twinkle whenever that same scene play repeatedly in my head, their hearts in my hands.

Their souls under my sword.

Teari, who specialised in assassination starts the carriage swiftly riding us away, and away.

Chatterings and smell of various deserts waft throughout every corner of the streets. Men and women rush on the pavements, trying to get their errands done as quickly as possible, some are enjoying their strolls with their friends.

"Who are you, I command you to get out of my sight now, you peasants are blocking my way !"

If Beng Gong is correct, carriages going into the city should be towards the left of the road while carriages heading for the outside of the city should be on the right.

However, their carriage is on the left side and is the one that blocks my carriage but she's asking me to move?

I sigh, no one has ever challenged me like this in a very long time, when is the last time someone has challenged me? Right, skinned alive. But I don't mind keeping a high profile anyway, I need everyone to know, that Ruthless Lasombra has returned!

" Teari."

Unlike Infina, 15 years old, whose personality is more adorable.

Teari, 16 years old has a rather bleak and icy personality but with absolute loyalty to me, with sapphire blue eyes so clear that you can see the depth beneath, her lips are not full but thin and are often pursed together.

But Teari is such a baby to me, it will be so cute if she has other emotions, isn't it?

"Yes, Your Highness."

I lift a corner of the curtain, blinking in the sudden light.

Teari goes out of the carriage, the carriage that is blocking their way is extravagant, decorated with fine pink hibiscus embroidered curtains, and yellow tassels enthroned with tiny amber stones swaying gently with the breeze, a big contrast compared to their owner's fiery temper.

Such a pretty carriage is ruined by the owner, it feels like a fresh flower on top of a pile of literal bull shit, ye know?

I snort as a girl of around 17 years old, pride, and impatient displays on her face when she sees Teari's face, her face twists with jealousy and disdain.

"So it is you who blocked Her Highness's way, faster get lost now you bumpkins," as she sneers at my carriage, look of disdain more obvious on her face.

Well, that little girl is seriously going to GG*, how can she insult Beng Gong's baby Teari, huh?

"Noisy,"

Teari mutters and stretches out her long and lean leg covered by her long black pants.

" You...Ahhhh...!"The maid lets out a high pitched scream and accompanied by a deafening crash, she lands onto the stall nearby, crushing the counter and bowls of piping hot noodle soup all spill on her, her skin turns a flaming red and angry boils start to appear over her face and body.

Now that's funny, I chuckle. Teari is so adorable.

" No no no, my face, my face!" She lets out a strangled cry when she touches the boils on her face, "Your Highness, please save me!"

"Who dares bully Beng Gong's maid," a girl around the same age as her maid comes out of the carriage.

"You in the carriage, show yourself are you going to let that mere ant talk to Beng Gong?"

Clothed in expensive Mulberry Silk with saffron-coloured daffodils printed dress, her hair adorned with several heavy gold pins and ruby, glitters under the Sun.

Ew, disgusting taste. I look down at my own outfit, perfect. I scrunch my nose at her, aren't you the bumpkin? Why do I feel like you want to put everything from your jewellery box and stick them on your hair? Are you planning on opening an accessory shop or something? Don't worry girl, I will help out your business. I mentally wink to myself.

Oh, please note my dripping sarcasm.

Her eyes are round and fierce, burning with naive and obstinate, her every action shows that she is spoilt, not knowing of the evilness in the palace she lives in. I sigh, remind Beng Gong how to keep a pure heart in that palace.

She is pretty, round eyes, dainty lips, little nose, and chubby face, she is well developed too, but slightly round.

I frown and gets out of my carriage.

Why is this so troublesome?

The girl stares and stares at me.

I mean, I know I am super gorgeous.

I am draped in bold red, delicate white snowdrops sown on the sleeves of my dress.

Ooh, my favourite.

My hair arranged in a loose braid with a single silver hairpin.

I am still eleven years old but already has those rare peach blossom shaped violet eyes, refined nose, full but slightly pale lips, upturned to a charming curve.

My aura is dangerous but yet alluring that people simply cannot stop being attracted to me despite the danger.

I know, I am beautiful-ravishing-alluring-sexy-as-hell-gorgeous-exquisite-fine-stunning-splendid-cute-dazzling-magnificent-fascinating-ideal-fair-radiant-charming-sightly-oh please, I can go on for the whole day.

Yea, I am purr-fect.

" Who are you, Beng Gong is Princess Bertha and you should greet Beng Gong now!" Bertha announces, tipping her round chin.

Yuck, she's a little too...out of shape, isn't she?

"Bertha, Beng Gong is your Royal Princess, Ruthless."