Sovieshuâs face stiffened, his eyes darkened and the atmosphere around him became heavy.
When Rashta took several steps back, the small distance between them widened. She turned pale and denied it desperately.
âNo! No! No! It canât be! Your Majesty, this doesnât make sense!â
Sovieshu, who remained motionless, sighed lightly.
âIt doesnât make sense?â
He was quick to mutter in a desolate voice,
âYes. As you say, this really doesnât make sense.â
âI donât mean thatâŚâ
Sovieshu clenched his fists repeatedly. He was very angry, but he couldnât vent here, so he looked even angrier.
In fact, not only was his mind in chaos, but he was also overcome with all kinds of negative emotions. It was very painful that the princess, whom he loved so much, was not his daughter.
Those present stood in silence, unable to breathe. No one knew what to say in this unprecedented situation.
Only the princess, surprised by the blood that had been drawn, continued to cry intensely.
âMarquis Karl.â
After a while, Sovieshu called out to his secretary in a deep voice.
âYes, Your Majesty.â
Marquis Karl, who was also shocked by what had happened, quickly approached. Sovieshu then muttered helplessly.
âWhat am I supposed to do now?â
âYour MajestyâŚâ
However, when Sovieshu spoke again, his voice was determined.
âBring that man.â
âThat man?â Rashta, who was devastated, raised her head curiously.
Suddenly, there was a commotion. When Rashta looked in that direction, she saw Sovieshuâs men dragging Alan in.
âWhy is Alan here?â
Startled, Rashta shouted,
âYour Majesty!â
But rather than answer, Sovieshu turned to the priest,
âPriest.â
âYes, Your Majesty.â
âDo another paternity test to see if the princess is this manâs daughter.â
Sovieshuâs order was categorical and cold.
Rashta exclaimed in astonishment as she felt the blood drain from her entire body,
âYour Majesty, letâs repeat the test! It doesnât make sense! The Princess really is our daughter! The test must be repeated!â
Sovieshu became angrier when Rashta asked him to repeat the test, his patience had run out. He didnât want to suffer that humiliation again, he didnât want to hear again that the princess was not his daughter. However, he did want the test to be done with Alan.
âLet me go! Let me go! Rashta! Rashta!â
Alan shouted her name desperately as he was dragged in. When he brazenly uttered the Empressâ name, those present whispered to one another.
Rashta ignored Alan and tried to approach the princess.
âNo doubt someone has manipulated the test result. I donât know what that person did, but it was manipulated. Otherwise, this would not have been the test result.â
If she didnât hold the princess herself and draw her blood to check the result, she would never believe it.
âYour Majesty, it must have been manipulated. If not, it is because too little blood was drawn from the princess. If more is drawn, the correct result will be obtained.â
The priest took a step back and shouted with a frightened look,
âNot much more blood can be drawn. The baby couldnât take it!â
The princessâs crying grew louder. Sovieshuâs face became even stiffer than before.
The nobles present also looked at Rashta with displeasure. It would be cruel to draw more blood from that little baby unnecessarily, even if it wasnât the princess.
Alan was terrified and asked Rashta for help, but no one cared about him.
Sovieshu, who felt that the more time passed the more he would become a laughing stock, coldly ordered.
âDo the paternity test.â
âYes, yes, Your Majesty.â
The priest returned to his position in the structure and said to Rashta,
âEmpress. Please stand here.â
But Rashta stepped back and shouted,
âI wonât do it unless the test is with Emperor Sovieshu! Iâll not take a paternity test with that man! Itâs an insult to me! Your Majesty! Absolutely not!â
With fists clenched and teeth bared, Rashta looked like she would attack anyone who came near her.
She was still the Empress of the Eastern Empire, so there was nothing to be done if she flatly refused to take the paternity test.
The priest hesitated and looked at Sovieshu, who was frowning.
Alan hastily knelt down and begged.
âYour Majesty, I have nothing to do with the Princess. I only met Rashta again after she became your concubine.â
Rashta was so enraged that he still called her directly by her name that she hit Alan in the shin with her heel, with all her might, and blood spurted out.
âAh.â
Alan finally closed his mouth and bent over in pain.
Sovieshu watched the pathetic scene, then gestured to the two knights near Rashta.
Once they received the order, the two knights surrounded Rashta, grabbed her by the arms and dragged her in front of the structure.
This was not the way to treat the Empress, but none of the nobles were surprised.
Now that the situation had reached this point, Rashta would not be able to remain in the position of empress. It would only be a matter of how much she would endure, in what manner she would fall, and whether she would be punished once she was deposed.
One knight held Rashta in front of the structure while the other extended her hand and pressed hard on the wound made by Sovieshu in the previous test.
Blood flowed from the wound again, falling into the newly placed plate.
âLet me go! Let me go! I am the Empress! You canât do this! Your Majesty, I am still the Empress! You canât do this!â