Her Graceful War Song novel Chapter 1097

It took five carts to fit all the items. The flowers and plants were transported on a wagon. Almost everyone from Edgeview Estate had been mobilized to help.

As they were leaving, Yuvan himself came out. He greeted Violet with his usual charm, exuding masculine charm and looking compassionate.

"I hope these items will be of use to your workshop. There are also many different types of silk threads in the manor, perfect for making high-quality embroidery. If you'd like, you're welcome to come inside and take a look, Ms. Spencer."

Violet's guard immediately went up. "No need for that. Just have them all brought out, and we'll take it from there."

Yuvan didn't push the matter. Instead, he turned and gave orders to his servants.

"Bring out all the silk threads and load them onto the carts. If there aren't enough carts, send someone to hire more."

The servants quickly headed back inside to retrieve the silk threads.

Meanwhile, Yuvan's gaze lingered on Violet. She wore a soft lavender dress with a simple green ribbon at the waist, the fabric flowing gracefully around her. The outfit was both fresh and charming, giving her a delicate, youthful appearance.

His expression softened as he said, "Vivi, you must be thirsty. Shall I have someone bring you coffee and some pastries?"

The way he addressed her made Violet's stomach churn. She barely managed to suppress the urge to gag.

"No, thank you. I'm neither thirsty nor hungry," she replied politely, forcing herself to remain composed. "But I appreciate your kindness, Your Highness."

Yuvan's gaze lingered on her for a moment longer, then he said, "Very well, I won't insist. Carry on with your work. I have some matters to tend to inside, so I'll take my leave."

Violet dipped her head slightly. "Please don't trouble yourself, Your Highness. There's no need for you to concern yourself with these small tasks."

Normally, Violet wasn't so mild-mannered, but ever since becoming the head of the workshop, she had made a conscious effort to be more mindful of her words and actions. She couldn't afford to bring any negative attention to the workshop—it had already weathered far too much criticism.

Violet was a little surprised by Molly's sudden change of attitude. But still, she thanked Molly sincerely. Molly looked at her earnestly, then suddenly stepped forward and took Violet's hand.

"Violet, I'm not as bad as you think. I didn't marry Prince Yuvan to climb the social ladder. The Spencer family is prosperous, and I'm not struggling for food or clothing. If I felt it was too much of a compromise, I wouldn't have agreed.

"I truly like him—that's why I married him. As for the things about him and Lady Avis you mentioned in your letter, I asked him about it. He treated her well, but Lady Avis was the one who insisted on going to Verdant Monastery to recover."

Violet gave a quiet, skeptical laugh, not believing a word of it. However, there was no need to argue with Molly—it seemed like she was only trying to convince herself.

"Well, I wish you happiness," Violet said, trying to escape the scent of the perfume that Molly wore. Once everything was nearly packed, she mounted her horse. "I'll go with them. You don't need to come. Safe travels."

The other carts and wagons had already gone ahead, and only the two carts with the silk threads and embroidery frames were left behind. Violet had to catch up quickly.