Sberg replied, “Do you believe we should revoke Countess Bell de Garlis’s title?”
“Is this necessary? She has issued a rebellious statement, which could rally morale,” Sberg continued.
“I understand, but a title won’t hinder her. She is of noble birth and has many clan members. If captured, it may be too late to revoke her title.”
Sberg nodded and said, “I represent the cabinet and request that Your Majesty order the prince, princess, and two princesses to return to their territories.”
After a moment of thought, Min agreed, “I will have the Imperial Household Province convey this decree to them.”
After the meeting, the ministers withdrew, and Min smiled, asking Sberg, “If you’re free, shall we have tea together in the White Gold Palace greenhouse?”
Sberg stopped briefly, documents in hand, and said, “Apologies, Your Majesty, I have a meeting to preside over this morning.”
Min sighed, “Then I won’t delay you.”
Sberg bowed and left silently.
“Wait a moment,” Min said suddenly. “Are you okay?”
Sberg looked up, then averted his gaze, addressing her as Your Majesty. The title sounded harsh to Min.
“I feel like you recently… a bit…” she struggled to find the right words. “I know it’s strange.”
Sberg met her gaze briefly, an intense emotion flickering before disappearing. Min suspected it was just an illusion.
“Perhaps I’m just too busy, Your Majesty,” Sberg replied with a formulaic smile. “My mind is full of work, and I might have overlooked others. I apologize for my discourtesy.”
Min felt somewhat embarrassed, realizing she might be too sensitive. “Then go ahead and be busy.”
Sberg bowed again and turned to leave. Min sighed bitterly.
That day, the decree was conveyed to Prince Heinrich and the two princesses. The prince and princess accepted it unconditionally, while the two princesses visited Min again.
Amelia’s belly had grown; she was now more than seven months pregnant. “Are you feeling well, Amy?”
Min ordered a servant to bring juice. “How’s the child?”
“Healthy, Your Majesty,” Amelia smiled awkwardly. “A boy.”
“Really?” Min poured herself a glass of juice. “Does the child’s father know?”
Amelia’s smile dimmed. “Your Majesty, I’m here today because of this matter. I want to divorce.”
“Me too,” George interjected.
