The Fake Heiress Turns Out to Be a True Tycoon! novel Chapter 1074

Chapter 1074: Chapter 1074: The Ancestor Arrives

Eira didn’t dare to sleep that night, clutching a Buddha Talisman she had bought from a Palace Attendant for a high price.

She thought she would continue to be haunted by the fear of Arwen’s gaze all night.

Unexpectedly, in the dead of night, Arwen sat up straight on the bed.

Eira buried her head in the quilt, gripping the talisman tightly, but she could still hear Arwen’s footsteps, one step at a time, approaching her bed.

Eira trembled violently, as if waiting for a judgement to be pronounced.

However, she waited for a long time, long enough for her breathing to become uneasy, yet there was no sound outside.

Just as Eira thought the figure had silently departed and tentatively lifted a corner of the blanket to peek out, unexpectedly, she locked eyes with a pair of cold eyes, waiting for her outside the quilt.

In the darkness, Eira’s scream once again pierced through the entire Palace Servant Quarter.

Everyone, including her roommate Althea, was awakened again, feeling somewhat annoyed.

But this time, Eira no longer cared about anything else. The moment she met Arwen’s eyes outside the blanket, she completely lost her mind.

"I’m sorry! I’m sorry, Arwen, I’m sorry!

I shouldn’t have harmed you! I didn’t mean to kill you, I just didn’t want you to compete with me for the position of lady-in-waiting beside the Empress!

I know I was wrong, I truly know I was wrong, please, spare me! Sob, sob, sob..."

Eira’s frantic shouts reached all the Palace Attendants who had been awakened, and when they looked at Arwen standing expressionlessly by her bed, they understood everything.

As the saying goes, if you’ve done nothing wrong in life, you need not fear the Undead knocking at your door at midnight.

Eira had clearly committed a grave wrongdoing.

No wonder she was so terrified seeing Arwen return unscathed.

Although Althea had some suspicions, she still found it hard to accept the truth when it was laid out bare.

After all, among the three in the room, she was the elder sister who took care of the two, but it was Arwen and Eira who were truly close and always played together.

In this Imperial City where friends supported each other, they had resorted to murder for a chance to rise in station.

Arwen truly couldn’t rest in peace.

Standing by the bedside, looking at the deranged Eira at the corner of the bed, constantly confessing her guilt to her, tears of blood finally flowed slowly from Arwen’s eyes.

The task she wanted to accomplish was finally done.

The three-day promise was also fulfilled.

She could now depart.

No one noticed when Arwen left, or when she departed.

Most Palace Attendants thought Arwen had returned from near-death, scaring Eira into confessing the truth.

But only Althea and Madam Li knew that Arwen had long since passed away.

Althea had been looking after Arwen in recent days and had her suspicions about her condition, and now it was only confirmation.

As for Madam Li.

She didn’t live in the Palace Servant Quarter, so she wasn’t aware of the night’s commotion.

But that night, in a half-dreaming state, she heard the voice of her disciple Arwen.

Standing outside the door, she was told,

"Master, Arwen is gone, please take good care of yourself."

Madam Li wasn’t clear of the happenings then, but upon hearing the voice, tears welled up instantly.

Arwen, her beloved Arwen, was gone.

In that moment, she suddenly understood why she felt uneasy despite hearing Arwen had returned.

She had never truly come back.

She had met her fate that night she went missing.

...

When Scarlett Jennings heard the news, Eira had already been escorted out of the palace overnight.

Pausing slightly at her fingers, she didn’t inquire further about what would happen to Eira or what had become of the one called Arwen.

She only asked the old servant who had just arrived before her, "How is Madam Li?"

"Suddenly fell ill last night for no obvious reason, the lady doctor checked and said she caught a chill, needing to rest for a time. Therefore, Your Majesty arranged for this servant to attend to your commands temporarily."

The old servant spoke, glancing at Scarlett Jennings’s expression, seeing no displeasure, thus continued,

"The replacement lady-in-waiting for Eira was also chosen anew this morning, should I bring her in for you to see, Your Majesty?"

Scarlett Jennings nodded, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

Then, the servant called outside, and shortly after, a figure walked in from outside, circled the screen, and slowly approached her.

The newcomer was dressed in a lady-in-waiting’s uniform, but walked with little decorum.

Swaying slightly, the familiar brows carried a hint of casualness and an elusive smile.

The face, surprisingly, was that of... the supposedly dead Arwen.

Scarlett Jennings looked at the newcomer without much surprise, instead feeling a sense of inevitable clarity.

The Arwen before her...

Or rather, the one appearing as Arwen behind the mask.

If her guess was correct.

This "person" was surnamed Wenren and named Althea.

Tsk.

Scarlett Jennings couldn’t help but click her tongue in her mind—

This ancestor,

Was indeed her!