When Sylvia moved to her new residence, all the concubines sent gifts. The royal relatives, upon hearing the news, hurried to send their congratulations as well.

As for what to send, other households usually left the decision to the lady of the house. But at Hell Monarch Estate, the ones in charge were Jacob and Luke.

They searched through the storerooms, but nothing seemed quite right. Either the items were too expensive, or they were just simple gold, silver, or jewels. Even the golden vases seemed too small and trivial.

As for the larger items, such as coral trees or folding screens, Jacob wasn't inclined to part with them. The coral tree, in particular, was rare. The one in the estate had been a wedding gift from the Pathfinders Guild when Carissa married.

In the end, their eyes landed on the most abundant item in the storeroom-Kyle's orchid paintings.

This would certainly make a strong impression-expensive and elegant, yet not unique to the estate. If it wasn't enough, snow would soon fall, and the orchids would bloom. So, they could just have Kylie paint

more.

However, out of respect for Kyle, they first sought his approval. Kyle saw no problem with it. After all, they had plenty of those paintings. His muscle memory with each brushstroke over the years meant that a new painting could be completed in just a couple of hours.

Upon returning in the evening and hearing this, Carissa was a little reluctant to part with it. But since it was for Sylvia and would remain in the palace, Carissa knew it wouldn't be sold off. And knowing that Sylvia would likely appreciate Kyle's art, she decided to go ahead and send it.

She personally delivered it to the palace. Tranquil Palace was bustling with activity now, with ladies from all over waiting their turn to be seen.noveldrama

After a short wait, it seemed someone had informed Sylvia. Citing her busy schedule, Sylvia graciously invited Carissa in.

No one had objections after all, when the rebel forces had caused chaos in the capital, it was Carissa who had led the Mystic Army to victory, ensuring the stability and prosperity of their lives.

After a proper greeting, Carissa presented the painting.

At first, Sylvia didn't pay it much attention, assuming it was another typical gift. But when she saw Kyle's signature, she paused for a moment, then eagerly asked, "Is this one of Mr. Spencer's orchid paintings?" Carissa nodded with a smile. "Yes, it's a piece by my senior guild member. I hope you like it, Your Grace." "Quickly, send someone to call His Majesty to see this!" Sylvia was thrilled, smiling at Carissa. "Why would I dislike it? I would never! This is a treasure. Please have a seat, Your Grace."

Sylvia's mother, Gladys, was also present. Carissa took a seat beside her, exchanging a few pleasantries.

As the joy of the palace relocation filled the air, compliments flowed freely. Carissa also praised the

beauty of the palace, and she had made up her mind to be more diplomatic today.

Sylvia instructed the palace attendants to show them around. It so happened that the peonies were in full bloom, and they all went together to admire the flowers.

Carissa went along with them. She

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was conversing with Gladys and was suddenly startled when someone collided with her. She instinctively reached out to steady the person before they could fall.

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The woman, clearly startled, pressed her hand to her chest and quickly thanked Carissa. "Thank you for your assistance, Your Grace. I would have fallen without it, and that would be embarrassing for a concubine like me

Carissa noted that the woman was beautiful. She was dressed in palace attire and wearing a white,

silver-edged cape in the cool breeze. She seemed delicate and familiar, though Carissa couldn't place her at first.

When the woman referred to herself as a concubine, Carissa deduced she must be a member of the harem. She nodded and politely said, "It was nothing, Your Grace. No need to thank me."

The woman, who was none other than Jeanette, blinked and said, "Do you not remember me, Your Grace?"

Carissa studied her for a moment before recognition dawned, and she quickly said, "Lady Jeanette, my apologies for not recognizing you at once."

Jeanette's face lit up with admiration. "Your Grace, I have long admired you. It is truly an honor to see you again today."

Carissa smiled. "You flatter me, Your Grace."

Upon realizing Jeanette's identity, Gladys immediately curtsied. "Greetings, Lady Jeanette."

Jeanette returned the gesture with a modest half-bow. "There is no need for such formality, Mrs. Lloyd. Why don't we enjoy the flowers together?"

Gladys exchanged a glance with Carissa. Seeing that Carissa had no objection, she smiled and offered, "Dare I ask you to join us, Your Grace?"

Jeanette returned the smile, her voice soft and sweet. "It would be my utmost pleasure."

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