Titus Ashworth moved quickly, and the royal edict for the arranged marriage was issued promptly. However, Kyle Ashworth’s antics at the royal party had spread like wildfire among the populace; it was impossible to suppress. Titus Ashworth had to produce a solution before the rumors further fermented, or else the situation would only worsen. Cherie said, "Princess, while Titus Ashworth was issuing the marriage edict, he also ordered the purging of rumors from the populace. They’re employing tactics with ghostwriters, intentionally steering the public opinion toward Kyle Ashworth and Rosalind Newman’s affable tale. So far, the results seem promising, and Kyle Ashworth might be completely exonerated." Serena Sterling slowly folded the paper with the alluring bell drawn on it, a smirk tugging at her lips, "Want to cleanse his reputation? It’s not that easy. It looks like tonight will be a sleepless night for many. Cherie, prepare the car." "Princess, where do you wish to go?" Cherie asked. Serena Sterling smiled softly, "To find someone." Rosalind Newman stood in the back garden when a maid rushed over, "Miss Newman, something terrible has happened! The people just came from the palace; the master’s edict for an arranged marriage has arrived, wanting to marry you off to Prince Kyle as a concubine." Kaleb Newman had only this daughter, whom he adored immensely. Rosalind was well-educated and had followed Kaleb into the forbidden barracks since childhood, possessing a broad vision. Hearing the marriage news, her expression showed no emotion; she merely curled her lips in sardonic darkness, "I already anticipated this outcome. The master aims to silence overwhelming public opinion, sacrificing my lifelong happiness." "Miss Newman, don’t worry. Your father dotes on you and hasn’t agreed to the arranged marriage yet. Perhaps he’ll refuse it." Rosalind gently shook her head, "My father is a lifelong fool who loyally serves. He’s utterly devoted to the royal family. Now that the master directly decrees marriage, he will surely comply." "What should we do? Miss Newman, perhaps... we should consider it from another perspective? Prince Kyle is favored by the master and is a strong candidate for succession. With your father’s support as your backbone, even if you enter as a concubine, Prince Kyle will certainly respect and cherish you." Rosalind sneered coldly, "Others might not know Kyle Ashworth’s true nature, but I do. Kyle Ashworth is rotten to the core, with a harem full of wives. He particularly loves abducting respectable girls, not even sparing any beautiful married women. Recently, a young girl he toyed with was directly buried in the ground, and I never imagined marrying such a man. Thinking about how he pounced on me that day, babbling vile words—I felt more repulsed than by a deadly snake!" The maid found herself speechless, "Miss Newman, then... what should we do?" Rosalind looked up at the darkened sky, "What else can be done but resign to fate? As a daughter of the Warren family, this is my destiny." Seeing the troubled expression on Miss Newman’s face, the maid could only sigh. Just then, a clear, melodic voice suddenly chimed beside her ear, "People say the Warren women have been exceptional since childhood, fighting alongside their fathers on the battlefield no less than men, yet today’s sight only brings disappointment!" Rosalind turned to see a slender, ethereal figure beneath the pear tree. The figure wore a black cloak and a hat, making it difficult to discern features in the dim light. "Who? Who are you? How dare you! This is the residence of the Warren family, headed by the forbidden army. How did you intrude? Someone, hurry!" the maid called out in panic. But Rosalind quickly raised her hand, "Stop calling out; that’s no other than... the Princess of Alani!" What, the Princess of Alani? Then, the ethereal figure ahead elegantly lifted a slender hand, brushing off the hat to reveal a breathtakingly beautiful face. Serena Sterling had arrived! Rosalind recognized Serena Sterling at first glance. Rosalind had seen Serena Sterling at the royal party before; Serena Sterling had a peerless appearance and out-of-this-world aura; anyone who saw her would remember her forever deeply. Now seeing Serena Sterling, Rosalind showed no kindness, merely coldly snorting, "Princess of Alani, do you still dare come here? When Kyle Ashworth plotted against you, you tricked me into that room; how heartless of you, you’ve caused me great suffering!" Serena Sterling, beneath the black cloak, wore a pink silk gown. The Princess skirt of Alani was woven with gold threads, delicate and uniquely fashionable. As Serena Sterling walked over, the flowing gold threads accentuated her ethereal aura; her captivating presence was too stunning to look at directly. Serena Sterling looked at Rosalind, "Miss Newman, we are both intelligent, so let’s not beat around the bush. If I didn’t invite you into the scheme, would you remain an outsider? Don’t tell me you didn’t know the master already intended to marry you off to Kyle Ashworth?" That comment pierced Rosalind’s heart; she had already acknowledged her fate as a Warren family daughter. "Princess of Alani, the master intends to marry me to Kyle Ashworth, so what about you? Aren’t you merely trying to have my father ally with the King of Nine Peaks? Am I wrong?" Rosalind provocatively asked Serena Sterling. Serena Sterling’s clear eyes were exceedingly lucid, reflecting the flowing light, "Excellent, it seems Miss Newman understands my intentions." "..." Rosalind felt her punches were hitting soft cotton, unable to exert strength. Serena Sterling stood beside Rosalind, gazing at the dark sky, "Does Miss Newman wish to marry Kyle Ashworth as a concubine?" "No." Rosalind replied decisively, "But if I refuse, the master will surely seize the opportunity to launch an attack and then the Warren family will be in danger." Serena Sterling gently curled her lips into a slight smile. Rosalind looked at her, "Princess of Alani, why are you smiling?" "I smile because, although you perceive the present situation clearly, why do you fail to see future prospects? Even if you marry, will the Warren family be safe? The master Titus Ashworth is too suspicious, and Kyle Ashworth is a cunning villain. How could they let the Warren family prosper in peace?" Rosalind’s face turned pale, her body drenched in cold sweat; she swiftly shut her eyes tightly. "Miss Newman, I’ve said all I needed to. Destiny is in your hands; if fate is unjust, why resign to it instead of fighting against the heavens!" Serena Sterling’s slender figure disappeared from view. "Miss..." The maid approached, "What are you planning? Would you truly choose... the King of Nine Peaks?" Rosalind opened her eyes, looking at Serena Sterling’s departing direction, slowly shaking her head, "No, I didn’t choose the King of Nine Peaks; I chose... the Princess of Alani!" ... New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on novel⦿fire.net The following morning. Serena Sterling went to The Manor of the Ninth Spire to play chess with Axel Ashworth.