Chapter 3 If we're going to die, let's die together.

Chapter 3: If we're going to die, let's die together.

"Your Grace, the Prince's bloodline cannot be severed. Among the maids and concubines, any one of us might be carrying his child..."

I first sent Nicole to accompany Prince Trevor, then used the possibility of carrying his bloodline to buy myself a month. I was already very familiar with the process.

This time, I planned to make a big move, involving all of Prince Trevor's concubines.

A dozen delicate beauties cast grateful glances at me.

At this moment, who cared about jealousy? Surviving another day was all that mattered.

I had originally thought that having more people would divert attention and increase my chances of escape, but who knew...

The Empress didn't treat us as humans at all.

We were all confined to the large dormitory where the low-ranking maids lived, held together under heavy guard, with doctors visiting daily.

Anyone who got their period was immediately dragged away.

The outcome was always the same: death.

Some tried to escape under the cover of darkness, but once caught, they were beaten to death in front of us as a warning.

No one dared to escape anymore.

"We're doomed, we're doomed. I'm next!" Lillian cried, her face streaked with tears, huddling beside me.

Judging by the days, her period was near.

The others weren't much better off. The luckiest among us might live another month at most.

We all knew that after being favored by the Prince, we were always forced to drink a bowl of contraceptive medicine. Our wombs were empty; there would be no children.

"Do you dare to kill? To rebel?" I gathered the beauties together and whispered to them.

They were so scared they could only whimper. Normally, they were good at flattering, singing songs, playing instruments, dancing, and reciting poems...

But when it came to killing, setting fires, and escaping, they all stared wide-eyed, showing a clear and foolish innocence, unable even to whimper.

My head throbbed suddenly.

Incompetent companions!

"In short, if you don't want to die, set a fire tonight. When the guards come to put it out, we'll escape in the chaos..."

"When the time comes, don't all run in the same direction. Scatter and run in different directions to divide their forces."

"Anyone who can escape is better than all of us waiting to die together. Understand?"

Whether anyone could escape would depend on their own abilities.

That night, everyone picked up a candlestick and set the bedding on fire... Thick smoke rose, and the guards outside were indeed drawn to put out the fire.

A group of worthless beauties ran around chaotically, without any plan.

"Catch them!"

"If they resist, kill them without mercy!"

Soon, one after another, they were caught.

A group of worthless beauties.

Except for me, they were all captured.

However, I wasn't much better off. Even though I was familiar with the terrain, I couldn't evade the layers of guards and pursuers. I couldn't even get out of Prince Trevor's residence.

"Makenzie is the main culprit behind the arson and escape. Catch her and beat her to death!" The guards turned Prince Trevor's residence upside down.

I managed to avoid being found temporarily because I hid in an unexpected place.

The mourning hall for Prince Trevor.

It was the dead of night, and this place was haunted. No one was here.

After all, no one wanted to keep vigil for a prince who had been notorious in life.

I hid under the offering table, nibbling on some sacrificial fruits to stave off hunger.

This wasn't a long-term solution. I could avoid detection for a while, but not forever.

Once discovered, I would have no place to be buried.

"Look at you, in life, you were uneducated and indulged in women."

"In death, you still drag others to be buried with you."

I peeked out from under the white cloth of the offering table. In front of me was a large black and gold lacquered coffin, inside which lay the corpse of the notorious Prince Trevor.

I didn't feel scared; instead, I couldn't help but curse in my heart. Good riddance, may the Lord of the Underworld show some mercy.

I spent the night under the offering table, hidden by the white cloth. Even during the day, no one discovered me. Thanks to the lazy servants at Prince Trevor's residence, who only did superficial cleaning, I remained hidden. If they had lifted the tablecloth to clean, I would have been exposed.

Living in constant fear and boredom, my only amusement was eavesdropping on others' fake mourning for the Prince...

Some exchanged a few perfunctory words.

Some wailed and put on a show of grief.

Some took the chance to hurl curses, kick the coffin, and spit...

No one genuinely mourned for him.

It was said that Prince Trevor would be buried tomorrow. So today, more people came to pay their respects.

The Empress also came.

She dabbed at her eyes with a handkerchief, dismissed everyone, and said sorrowfully that she wanted to spend some final moments with her beloved son.

Once alone, she laughed softly, her voice dripping with sarcasm and venom, "You little bastard, you got what you deserved."

The Empress's attitude towards her own son seemed off?

I wasn't sure, so I listened more carefully.

Holding my breath, I strained to hear...