Chapter 558 - 556: So This Is What It Feels Like to Be Defended

Chapter 558: Chapter 556: So This Is What It Feels Like to Be Defended

At the question,

Celeste Grant glanced at them and stated with a deadpan expression, "Because my son’s disappearance was, from the very beginning, connected to the General’s Mansion." ’That’s right,’ she thought. ’Since I say there’s a connection, there is one. End of story.’

Seeing the Emperor and Empress look over,

Celeste Grant began her explanation. "Back then, the General’s family was being hunted by their enemies. To prevent their own son from coming to harm, they came up with a plan: find a child of a similar age to replace him, to die in their son’s stead."

"This way, they could secretly send their real son away, planning to bring him back once it was safe. But they never expected their plan to backfire—their own son went missing, his whereabouts unknown. Instead, the child meant to be the substitute survived and was brought back. As luck would have it, the boy they secretly found to replace their son was *my* son. They just didn’t know his identity as the Prince of the Royal Mansion."

Thinking of what her son had been through,

Celeste Grant sighed and continued, "But that’s not all. A while ago, after the General’s Mansion found their real son, they kicked my son out. They claimed publicly that they gave him a sum of money to settle down comfortably, but in reality, they sent people to kill Aaron, wanting to silence him for good."

Aaron Sinclair nodded slightly. "Yes, they sent three different groups of people to kill me." ’Luckily, they weren’t very bright, and I managed to trick them to their deaths. Good thing they weren’t top-tier assassins, or I might not have survived. The General’s Mansion probably thought they didn’t need anyone particularly skilled to kill me.’

Javier Sinclair lowered his head slightly, not saying a word.

’At a time like this, my opinion doesn’t matter,’ he thought. ’My wife can spin whatever tale she wants.’

Hearing that the General’s Mansion had not only cast Aaron Sinclair out but also sent assassins after him, the Emperor’s face turned ashen with rage. His hands trembled as he roared, "Insolence! Utter insolence!"

At this point, what was there for the Emperor not to understand? His nephew had gone missing because he had been stolen.

"Is their son’s life the only one that matters? Is another child’s life worthless? Even if he weren’t a child of The Crown, even if he were just the child of a commoner, they shouldn’t have acted this way! They can’t demand another child’s life just so their own can live! Such a vile and perverse mentality! I had no idea the revered General was committing such inhuman acts in private."

"Using another’s son to die in place of his own... how could he have the gall? Does he think he’s worthy?"

What enraged him even more was that the child was his own imperial nephew. That they would find their son, and then turn around and try to murder an eight-year-old boy to silence him... it was an utterly monstrous crime.

Aaron Sinclair was the Prince of the Royal Mansion, the sole heir of their royal line. If he were lost, the consequences would be unthinkable for the Empress.

At this thought, the Emperor bellowed, "Men! Have the Commander of the Imperial Guard surround the General’s Mansion! Don’t let a single fly escape!"

But before the order was given,

Celeste Grant raised a hand to stop him.

"No rush. Letting them die just like that isn’t satisfying enough. A quick death would be far too easy for them."

The Emperor sat back down, frowning slightly.

"What do you have in mind, Sister-in-law? How should we deal with them?"

Celeste Grant’s gaze shifted to her son sitting beside her. She said, "Revenge is only satisfying when you take it with your own hands. I’ll leave this matter for him to handle himself. What do you think, son?"

Her son had only lost his previous memories.

’But his temperament is still the same.’ Celeste Grant knew her son well. ’He’s the type to hold a grudge. He wouldn’t bully the innocent or weak, nor would he provoke others. But if someone truly crossed him, he would never let it go. As for ’forgive and forget’—that phrase doesn’t exist in our family’s vocabulary.’

’We are proper villains, after all.’

’There is only one rule: an eye for an eye.’

Aaron Sinclair nodded, a chill appearing in his eyes. He would show his enemies no mercy. "That’s right, Imperial Uncle. Leave this matter to me."

Seeing that Celeste Grant and her family were in agreement, the Emperor suppressed his rage. "Fine. We’ll let them keep their heads on their shoulders for now. My dear nephew, do as you see fit. My Imperial Guard is at your disposal. Do whatever you must to vent your anger. You have your father and me, your Imperial Uncle, to back you up. No one is allowed to bully you."

At that moment, Aaron Sinclair was genuinely moved.

’So this is what it feels like to have someone protect you.’

He was no longer that helpless, nameless child who was cast out of his home. His father was the Warden of the North, and his uncle was the reigning Emperor.

He cupped his hands in a slight bow.

"Imperial Uncle, Father, I will not bring you shame."

The General’s Mansion was not mentioned again.

After the banquet, the Emperor’s concubines returned to their own palaces.

Celeste Grant and her family also prepared to leave.

Just as they were leaving the palace, Celeste Grant took a small bottle from her sleeve and handed it to the Empress. "Royal Sister-in-law, I sought this out especially for you."

The Empress paused, taking the bottle with a puzzled expression. She glanced at Celeste Grant and asked in a low voice, "Sister-in-law, what is this?"

The Emperor, standing to the side, was also curious. "What’s in this little bottle?"

Celeste Grant looked at them and pointed to the bottle in the Empress’s hand. "While we were away, we met a miracle-working doctor. We had this medicine specially sought out for you. With this, Royal Sister-in-law, you’ll be able to have a child of your own."

As soon as she finished speaking, the Empress’s hand, holding the bottle, trembled slightly, her fingers tightening around it. She slowly lifted her head, a glimmer of light in her eyes.

"You... Sister-in-law, are you telling the truth?"

She still couldn’t believe it, so her voice trembled when she spoke. But her hand clutched the bottle tightly, as if terrified of dropping it.

It wasn’t just her; even the Emperor could hardly believe his ears. He grabbed Celeste Grant’s arm. "Sister-in-law, are you serious? Can this medicine truly allow me and your Royal Sister-in-law to have a child of our own?"

Javier Sinclair’s gaze fell directly on the Emperor’s roving hand.

He reached out and pulled the hand away.

"Tired of your hand?"

The Emperor wasn’t angry. He laughed heartily. "Alright, alright, this older brother won’t touch. I was just overjoyed. Don’t mind me, Younger Brother." ’My younger brother is still as possessive as ever,’ he thought. ’No one is allowed to touch what’s his.’

Javier Sinclair stated flatly, "The medicine is real."

Celeste Grant also nodded, saying in a low voice, "This medicine is absolutely real. You each take one pill. You should see results in a month."

Receiving confirmation again, the Emperor’s face lit up with joy.

"Such a medicine truly exists? This is wonderful! For all these years, I have been without a child of my own. You don’t know the bitterness in my heart. Those court officials pressure me to produce an heir, and the concubines in the harem eye me like hawks, but what can be done when I can’t father a child?" He was truly at his wit’s end.

Celeste Grant said, "I can only guarantee that you’ll be able to have a child of your own. As for whether it’s a boy or a girl, that will be up to fate."

At this point, the Emperor couldn’t care less if it was a boy or a girl. As long as he could have a child, he would have no regrets in this life.

"Either is fine, either is fine."

The Empress nodded repeatedly, her eyes turning red. "Yes, as long as I can have a child of my own, anything is fine. Sister-in-law... thank you. Your Royal Sister-in-law thanks you."

Celeste Grant waved her hand dismissively.

"Don’t mention it. You can give it a try tonight."

The Empress blushed at her words.

The Emperor also turned his face away, embarrassed. But the thought of having his own child in the future made him suddenly feel a bit impatient.