"Phoebe, I recall in our past life, the Beast King did not personally escort you down the mountain, did he?"
Pretending ignorance, I replied, "Whatever are you talking about, dear sister?"
Elara looked down on me with scorn, her tone dripping with smugness, "Nothing really, just noting how lonely you looked descending alone. Unlike me, accompanied by the Beast King himself—clearly, he holds me in high regard."
I smiled thinly, "Indeed, so valued that upon learning he'll marry you, he rushed to take a rabbit demon as a concubine. Quite the measure of his esteem."
Elara's complexion turned ashen. "The Beast King assured me, once I come of age and we marry, he will dismiss those concubines!"
"Didn't you once claim no man could ever be truly loyal? Why the surprise now?"
Elara, incensed, raised her hand to strike me, but the Empress intervened, reminding her to maintain her composure before the Beast King.
Elara glared venomously at me. "Phoebe, should misfortune befall you, don't dare beg for my help."
I turned away, struggling to contain my laughter.
This life promises quite the spectacle!
