Chapter 179

White and soft light yarn layer upon layer, turned into a long skirt, shrouded in alimia's body.

This retro and elegant pleated skirt highlights her beautiful figure, graceful waist, up, already mature and full, which contrasts with the white neck.

Emilia's long, flaming red hair was coiled behind her head, with only two golden ribbons hanging down.

In the past, she seldom made up, but at this time, all kinds of expensive cosmetics made alimia's face delicate and charming, with a touch of crimson lip gloss, which was intoxicating.

During this period of time, alimia didn't think about food and tea, and she was much thinner. Even with heavy makeup, she was still a little tired, which made the girl look more pitiful and lovable.

"You are beautiful, miss."

Looking at the beauty in the mirror, the maid who made up for alimia couldn't help saying.

There was a slight sigh in her words. The servants of the albioles understood that alimia's marriage to Edward was not a normal marriage, but more like a handover ceremony. From today on, alimia will no longer be the daughter of the albioles, but just a bed companion of Edward.

Aimiya silently looked at the beautiful woman in the mirror. She clenched her fist and tried to calm her mind.

The information in the notice letter had a huge impact on alimia, even if it wasn't for her being just a mage apprentice, the words in it would have led to her cognitive collapse.

At the same time, the inference in the data clearly points to one thing, that is, alimia's mother did not have an affair with others. Alimia is the biological daughter of the albioles.

This is alimia's biggest knot.

If she had known about it from the beginning, alimea would not have been so easily manipulated by her father and brother. Alimea had a good chance to leave this disgusting manor.

But it's too late.

Emilia will be forced to marry Edward today. After marriage, she can no longer reasonably leave the family and lose the place to accept herself.

In a trance, alimia thought of the ideas about the future she had written at the morning meeting of crescent college.

At that time, alimea actually had a rough idea of her future fate. She didn't hold hope, just left words in a regretful way.

Find your own home.

Alimia doesn't belong to the family of albioles. The rest of the family think she is an illegitimate daughter and dislike her. She never feels at home here.

Ironically, the information she got now proves that alimia herself is the biological daughter of the albioles.

"It's time to go to the wedding."

At this time, several maids came into the room, led by anweina.

"At last..."

aimiya sighed softly. As she was about to stand up, she suddenly saw the appearance of the maid who helped her up.

"Ke..."

"shh."

The maid tied up a finger in front of her mouth and motioned alimia to keep quiet.

Filled with complex feelings, alimia swallowed the words of surprise and stood up silently with several maids.

The maid in make-up was a little strange, because the maids in front of her were all strange faces except anweina. But she didn't dare to ask any more questions, so she could only watch them leave the room with alimia.

About ten minutes later, the maid who was packing saw another group of maids rushing into the room.

"Well, where is miss alimea?"

Led by a middle-aged maid, she looked around the room, but did not see any trace of alimia.

"Well? Didn't she have been taken to the wedding banquet hall just now...

the maid suddenly realized that she had been cheated!

But why did anwerna take miss alimea?

...

a banquet hall in the main building of the castle is located in the abbiole manor.

Here is decorated with splendor. The huge hall is filled with rich food and mellow wine. Men and women are wearing gorgeous dresses and talking in a low voice. On one side, the musicians are playing beautiful music, which makes people intoxicated.

It can be seen clearly that the owners of different pure blood families are divided into three camps. They fight for each other, but the young people they bring together are talking about popular clothes or magic.

"And Edward?"

Asked the stout young man, with his pipe in his mouth, but there was no pungent red powder in it, just ordinary high-grade tobacco.

"Of course, he is waiting in the preparation room. He has been married twice and won't come out so early."

A light blonde woman with curly hair replied that she was Edward's first wife, Alice, who was slightly older than Edward and the eldest daughter of the family."You don't show any emotion at all, Isis."

The stout young man joked, glancing over her chest. Although she was married, she was still in her prime, full of mature charm.

"I don't want to be emotional about a bastard getting married. I just want to know where Marguerite is now."

Margaret is the half sister of Isis and, of course, Edward's second wife.

"Who knows."

The stout youth spread out his hands.

He won't tell the woman in front of him. He saw the young Marguerite quietly leave the banquet hall before, and Cologne, who brought the small red powder at the party yesterday, followed. Of course, the short and fat young man guessed what they were doing. He could only advise Cologne to take protective measures to avoid making a big mistake.

Just then, the music in the banquet hall came to an abrupt end. After a short silence, the musicians played another piece.

The song, known as the wedding march, is solemn and serious. Usually, accompanied by this melody, it will be the part of the bridegroom and the bride entering.

On one side of the banquet hall, the door of the preparation room opened, but Edward came out in a mess.

"What's the matter?"

George was the first to notice the difference. He quickly stepped forward and patted Edward on the shoulder.

"That woman didn't come... She was robbed..."

Edward whispered, as if muttering to himself.

"What's the situation?"

George looked around, other people have not heard what Edward said, but there have been a lot of doubts, only the musicians who do not know the truth are still playing the wedding march, but on the present occasion, I have to say that there is some irony.

Just as the whole ballroom was whispering, the front door of the ballroom was slowly pushed open. A man stood at the door. He looked around the ballroom and then spoke.

"Good morning, everyone of the pure blood mage family."

This is Lena Ian gray.

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