Avenge My Trapped Fairy Mother

Chapter 1

My mother was a heavenly fairy. For the sake of my father, she stayed in the mortal world, creating a beautiful love story. But only I knew the truth: my mother was forced to stay in the human realm because her Heavenly Robe, a magical garment granting celestial powers, was taken from her.

When I was seven, I knocked on my mother's door in the middle of the night. She was barely clothed, lying weakly in the arms of the Emperor, biting her lip in shame. She held me close and said, "Martha, leave now and never come back."

Later, she lay in my arms, covered in blood, laughing with a sense of release. "Martha, this is as far as I can help you. The rest of the journey, you must walk alone." I held my mother's lifeless body, gripping a small knife tightly. "Mother, don't worry. I'll send them down to accompany you soon."

I was the only daughter of the Prime Minister, specially titled as a princess by the Emperor, and also the adopted daughter of the Regent. All three men were my mother's lovers, showering her with care and affection. From before I was born, my mother was summoned to the palace to serve the Empress Dowager. After I was born, I was also allowed to be raised in the palace.

My mother's palace was luxurious, with every piece of furniture worth a fortune, and she had dozens of attendants to take care of her daily needs. Because my mother was a heavenly fairy, it was said that she stayed in the mortal world for love. She and my father were a poor couple who supported each other until my father became the Prime Minister. Their love story was widely known and admired by the common folk.

No woman didn't envy my mother, for she had love, power, and was considered the happiest woman in the world. But they were all wrong. My mother was forced to stay in the mortal world. Her Heavenly Robe, which inherited celestial powers, was taken by my father, and she was forced to marry him. My mother was stunningly beautiful, captivating the hearts of all who saw her. To climb the ranks, my father offered her to the Emperor and the Regent, eventually becoming the Prime Minister.

Later, my mother became pregnant. The Emperor was furious and wanted her to abort me. The Prime Minister also agreed, believing my mother to be unfaithful and doubting the child's paternity. But my mother pulled out a luxurious hairpin and stabbed her fair neck, drawing blood. "I must have this child. If you force me to abort, I will not live without this child, and there will be no trace of me left!"

My mother rarely spoke so harshly. The two fathers were troubled. Finally, the Regent father touched my mother's belly and said meaningfully, "Brother, why must you be so harsh? If something happens to Emalee one day, shouldn't she have a bloodline left behind?" Though their faces showed hesitation, they were still conflicted. What ultimately swayed them was the Regent father's half-smiling remark, "Besides, I'm curious about the experience with a pregnant woman."

Upon hearing this, the three men exchanged glances and smiled knowingly. They didn't consider my mother's feelings or my unborn life. They chose to keep me because they were driven by their base desires.

From a young age, I rarely saw my mother. Her palace was large, and I was raised in a side hall with only a nanny to care for me. From my earliest memories, my mother always seemed exhausted. She was very afraid of the cold, no matter how hot it was, she always wrapped herself tightly, standing at a distance and watching me.

Many nights, I cried for my mother. The nanny could only helplessly comfort me, "Miss, be good. Ms. Douglas is very busy and can't be with you right now."

Once, I sneaked out to my mother's bedroom and knocked on the door because I heard her crying. The Emperor opened the door, looking at me with disinterest. "Martha, why are you here?" My mother was sitting on a couch directly opposite the door, her clothes disheveled, her body covered in bruises. Her hair was messy, her eyes alluring, and she was stunningly beautiful.

At that time, I didn't understand much, but I found it strange. I ran excitedly to my mother and called out, "Mother! Martha missed you so much. Are you feeling unwell?" My mother stared at me, her red lips trembling. Her eyes were filled with a sorrow I couldn't comprehend as she hurriedly tidied her clothes and touched my hair. Tears fell from her eyes like broken pearls. "Martha, my good child, why are you here? Mother is not unwell, just missing you too."

She hugged me, her body smelled of jasmine with a faint metallic scent. I disliked the smell but didn't want to upset my mother, so I kept my dislike to myself. My mother kissed my forehead and looked at the Emperor with pleading eyes. His gaze deepened, and he smiled leisurely, his meaning unclear. "I didn't expect that what would make you submit is this child. In that case, having her isn't a bad thing."

My mother caressed my face, her eyes gentle yet sorrowful, her body trembling slightly. I sensed my mother was in great pain, but I didn't understand why. I was right there with her, so why did she seem so unhappy? So, I looked at her with wide, watery eyes and gave her a sweet smile. The nanny said I was beautiful, just like my mother. My eyes, especially, were like hers, always making people feel tender.

But my mother became even sadder. Tears still on her face, she held my hand briefly before letting go and obediently walked towards the Emperor. "Ayden, I will stay with you. But Martha is still too young. Please, I beg you, send her to the Prime Minister's House."

The Emperor lifted her chin, his hand slipping into her clothes. "That depends on your performance." My mother bit her lip in humiliation, a moan escaping her throat. She pushed him away forcefully and gave me one last hug. Her hot tears fell on my neck as she placed a warm pendant into my hand. She whispered, "Martha, protect yourself and never return to the palace. No matter who tells you, even if it's me. Always remember what I said, understand?"

Chapter 2

Jayde followed me to the Prime Minister's Mansion. She cared for me like I was her own child. Prime Minister Gill would visit the royal court every few days, and he always returned with a displeased look on his face, especially when he saw me. Even though I was young, I could tell he didn't like me. My mother was his wife, and there were many stories about their romantic relationship. Mother must have loved Prime Minister Gill the most, so I liked him too. This made me feel very sad.

Confused and hurt, I cried and asked, "Jayde, did I do something wrong? Why doesn't Mother want me, and why doesn't Prime Minister Gill like me?"

Jayde opened her mouth but only sighed and hugged me. At that time, I couldn't see the hatred and sorrow in her eyes.

The people at the Prime Minister's Mansion didn't treat me well, even though I had a noble status. They all knew Prime Minister Gill didn't like me, and after the King sent me away, he never asked about me. Only Prince Neil visited me often. He was gentle and kind.

On my birthday, he came. He looked a bit upset but still patiently asked, "Today is your birthday. Is there anything you want me to bring to your mother?"

"Yes!" I was overjoyed and quickly fetched a small pouch I had hidden under my pillow. "I made this myself. Can you give it to my mother?"

He nodded, his eyes showing interest. "Of course, I'll make sure she gets it."

That time, he brought me back a hairpin. He said it was from my mother. He had left in a bad mood but returned looking satisfied and even hugged me. The scent from him filled my nose, and I couldn't help but wrinkle it. It was the same unpleasant, pungent smell I had noticed on my mother that day. I would never forget it.

I never saw my mother again, even when I reached the age to start my studies. The King brought me into the palace and kindly allowed me to study with the princes. I didn't want to go because I remembered my mother's warning to never return to the palace. She would never harm me, so I refused. When I returned to the mansion, I asked Jayde, "Is the palace a good place?"

Jayde shook her head, then nodded. "The palace is full of riches and honor."

"Riches and honor?" I asked, my young face curious. "What is that?"

"It's something that can decide a person's fate," she replied.

My eyes lit up with excitement. "If I have that, can I see my mother?"

Jayde was silent for a moment, then stroked my head and said, "Miss, your mother is a good person. She is trapped in the palace. To see her, having riches and honor is not enough."

I blinked. "What else do I need?"

Jayde smiled, but her eyes held a determination and mockery I didn't understand. "Power. Absolute power that no one can challenge."

I didn't understand her words and looked at her blankly. She patted my back and carried me to bed. "Alright, Miss, it's late. Time to sleep."

The next morning, I found Jayde missing. Her body was discovered in the back garden, brutally murdered, her face disfigured beyond recognition. A sharp knife was lodged in her throat, with the word "Gill" engraved on the handle. Gill was the royal surname, so Jayde had been killed by the King.

I screamed and collapsed to my knees, slowly realizing the meaning of Jayde's words. This was the first lesson she taught me with her life: power. This was power. It allowed him to easily kill someone important to me, and I could do nothing about it. I couldn't even fight back.

Chapter 3

When I turned sixteen, I ultimately defied my mother's advice.

That year, my body grew rapidly, blossoming like a peach flower about to bloom. My features had fully developed. My beauty rivaled my mother's, perhaps even surpassing hers.

The day I decided to enter the palace, the winter snow had just begun to melt. I was at a tea house, listening to a storyteller recount the tale of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.

"The Cowherd took the Weaver Girl's Heavenly Robe, and they fell in love at first sight."

"The Weaver Girl married the Cowherd, bore him a son and a daughter, and they lived a harmonious and happy life."

As I listened to the story, a sudden clarity washed over my mind. After Jayde's death, my desires had been like a dried-up well. But now, a surge of anger erupted within me. I stood up abruptly and smashed everything in sight. Then I laughed hysterically.

"Wrong! It's completely wrong!"

"The Cowherd imprisoned the Weaver Girl, using their children to coerce her into staying! It wasn't love at first sight or a harmonious life!"

I laughed until tears streamed down my face.

"The Cowherd took the Weaver Girl's clothes, clearly intending to blackmail her."

"Why do you all portray him as a passionate lover? He's nothing but a hypocrite, preaching virtue while committing vile acts!"

My rebellious interpretation left everyone in the tea house stunned. They seemed to realize the true version of the story for the first time. The storyteller's face turned a mix of blue and purple, looking utterly mortified. I left a silver ingot behind and slipped away amidst the chaos. Fortunately, I had worn a veil that day, so no one recognized me.

As I stepped out of the tea house, the bright sunlight shone on me. Yet, I felt as if I had fallen into an ice cellar.

My father, the Chancellor, was once a cowherd named Erick. And my mother was Emalee. How could an illiterate cowherd rise to the position of Chancellor in just a few years? And why was my mother left in the ruthless palace, accompanying the Emperor?

I suddenly recalled the nights of my childhood when Duke Neil, Chancellor Erick, and the Emperor would enter my mother's room together. They were well-dressed but were beasts in disguise. The seemingly perfect story was, in fact, a complete sham.

But I couldn't understand why, after taking my mother's Heavenly Robe and stripping her of her powers, they still coveted her. There were countless beauties in the world; why were they so fixated on my mother?

From that moment, I understood. To uncover the truth and rescue my mother, I needed supreme power. And that power could only be found in the palace.

The day I entered the study hall, it was already early summer. According to palace rules, I first paid my respects to the Emperor. He still looked young, handsome, and dignified, just as I remembered from my childhood.

"Greetings, Majesty," I said, bowing gracefully, my eyes sparkling.

The Emperor's gaze instantly fell on me, his eyes burning with intensity, momentarily losing his composure as he stood up. But he quickly regained his calm and sat back on the throne. He scrutinized me for a moment, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

"How old are you now, Martha?"

"Sixteen," I replied, at the age of blossoming beauty.

He chuckled, his laughter carrying an ambiguous meaning. "Martha, you have grown even more beautiful, just like your mother."

"The Emperor and I have missed you. Since you plan to study in the palace, stay here and keep her company."

I nodded obediently. That afternoon, I was arranged to stay in the room next to my mother's, just like when I was a child.

My mother looked much older, with wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, yet she remained stunningly beautiful. She lay on the bed, her body limp like a puddle of water, her face unnaturally flushed. This was how she had lived all these years. My heart ached as I called out, "Mother."

She struggled to sit up, her expression a mix of surprise and disbelief.

"Martha, why have you returned?" She stared at my face, crying and laughing at the same time. "Did you forget my words? Don't come back, don't come back!"

For the first time, I looked at my mother seriously. I asked bluntly, "Mother, are you a deity?"

"The stories told among people, they are about you and Father."

"You didn't stay willingly as the stories say; you were forced."

"They took your Heavenly Robe and still have designs on you, don't they?"

My mother opened her mouth, tears welling up but not falling. She avoided my gaze, revealing ambiguous red marks on her neck. I wanted to ask more, but before I could speak, someone restrained me.

A sinister gaze fell upon me, and I saw a flash of yellow robes. My mother looked up in terror, letting out a heart-wrenching scream.

"Martha is still young, let her go!"

"Neil, let her go, she's just a child!"

I was dragged to the hall and forced to kneel. The Emperor's sharp gaze lingered on my mother, lecherous and repulsive. He skillfully stripped her clothes, revealing her fair skin marked with red traces of abuse. He whispered sweet nothings in her ear, but his eyes were fixed on me.

"Emalee, your daughter isn't as obedient as you."

"But since she's in the palace now, I have plenty of time to train her."

My mother's silent tears fell as she struggled desperately, but the drugs rendered her efforts futile, making it seem like mocking gestures of affection. The Emperor's gaze darkened. He was the Emperor, exalted above all. He relished the process of breaking women into submission, reveling in the conquest of a deity. But he couldn't tolerate any defiance.

He grabbed my mother's chin, pressing her onto the bed, his voice deep and menacing.

"Emalee, you're not obedient anymore."

My mother bit his hand, her eyes filled with hatred.

"Neil, you beast!"

"Martha is your daughter, are you even human?"

He chuckled lightly, not denying it, his eyes curving maliciously. He naturally changed the subject, turning to look at me.

"You seem eager for your daughter to see this."

"Look at you, your body is red and trembling."

"Why not let Martha see how you are trained?"