Chapter-10: if you encounter a problem you cannot handle, just consult the king
He called out Wendy Lark again, "Miss Wendy Lark, what do you think?" Wendy Lark was full and felt lazy. She was surprised to hear this. (What did this have to do with her? No one listened to her.) She thought but still answered.
"This is the eldest house's business. You can listen to the opinions of the parties involved, such as the eldest sister." Daniel walker looked at Jessica Lark. Her eyes were swollen from crying and she looked really pitiful.
"I..." Jessica Lark's eyes were filled with tears. Her beautiful face was full of resentment and sadness, which made people feel pity for her. But she still said "I want to see the prince."
Wendy Lark raised her eyebrows and thought. (She is indeed a smart woman. He wants to find a loophole with the prince and move him with emotion. Unfortunately, it's too late. The duck knows first when the river water warms in spring.
The second queen in Devonshire Marquis's Mansion is well-informed and came to cancel the engagement early, which has already explained a lot of problems. The Lark family is doomed this time.) She thought.
(She was not afraid of death, but she was afraid of being half dead and suffering.) Wendy thought and her thought process was interrupted by Daniel walker that asked her a question. "Miss Wendy Lark, if you were in my position, what would you do?"
Everyone's eyes were not right. Wendy Lark rolled her eyes in her heart. (Wasn't it just that she didn't become a crying cannon fodder? Was it necessary to trick her like this?) She thought but she replied seriously,
"You are an official of the Greatway dynasty and a subject of the King. When you encounter a problem, of course you should consult the King. The King is fair and strict, and wise, and he will definitely make the most correct decision."
The stance must be correct! Daniel walker couldn't help laughing. (If she were a man and chose a career in politics, she would definitely be a sycophant. Fortunately, she is a woman and cannot be an official!) He thought.
What he didn't know at that time was that in the future this seemingly frail woman would be the only super ranking female marquis in the Greatway Dynasty.
As a woman, she would be granted the title of marquis, her name would be recorded in history and she would be admired by countless future generations.
Soon they were all led to the prison to stay before the final verdict is given. The prison was dark and damp, the air was turbid and there was a sour, smelly and rotten smell. There was one room for men and one for women.
The small cell was packed with people. There was a window that was opened very high, and a faint light came in through the small window, dim and depressing.
The masters, ladies and young ladies, who usually lived a life of luxury, sat on the ground in groups of three or four, complaining to each other. The Lark family members blamed the direct branch for causing trouble and bringing them great harm.
The Lark family main branch members retorted rudely, saying that they enjoyed themselves normally and took advantage of the power and influence of the legitimate branch to gain benefits.
So what right did they have to blame them when something went wrong? There is also unrest between the first and third son's wives of the direct line. You blame me, I blame you, and the quarrels are endless, and each of them is like a black chicken eye.
Only the second son Wilson's wife Mary sat quietly in the corner, not participating in anything. Wendy Lark had exhausted all her energy from the battle of wits and courage, and fell asleep in her mother's warm arms.
Mary looked at her pale daughter with pity. The child had lost so much blood on her forehead that her vitality was greatly damaged. Alas, she couldn't even make a bowl of nourishing soup for her daughter.
Wendy Lark didn't know how long she had slept when she was suddenly awakened by a scream. "The old lady is awake." The Lark family members all looked over and saw Old lady Lark being helped up tremblingly and sitting against the wall.
"Mother…." Zaman Lark in the cell opposite was extremely excited, "I'm glad you're okay." Old Madam Lark is the ancestor of the mansion. She is very capable and the backbone of the Lark family. At this moment, she seemed to be ten years older, haggard, and her kind face revealed a bit of meanness.
She shouted loudly, "Don't cry, our Lark family is not at the end of its rope yet. There are still countless relatives and friends out there running around to rescue us. Sheila and Wilma will also find a way. We will definitely be able to get out safely."
These two people are old lady Lark's biological daughters, and they both married well. With just a few words from her, everyone calmed down. It turns out that age is the best. "Zaman, think about whether you have any reliable relatives or friends and find a way to ask them for help."
"Yes." Zaman Lark responded immediately. Old Madam Lark was the winner of the fight in the backyard, and even at this point, she remained calm.
"Eldest wife and Third wife, think of a way to contact your maternal family and ask your in-laws to use their connections to rescue us. No one in the Lark family will forget this kindness." These two are her legitimate daughters-in-law.
She has carefully selected them and their family backgrounds are equally matched. The only second son's wife who was not named, Mary, felt uncomfortable all over. Her family... let's not talk about it. Both daughters-in-law agreed.
But Mrs. Sander Lark (Yuna) hesitated and asked, "But, how do we contact the outside world?" They have nothing now, no money, no power, and no influence. How can they make connections? Old Madam Lark was confident, "I have my own way."
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