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Her Graceful War Song novel Chapter 1522

In Tranquil Palace, Cecil sat still in a chair while Phoebe carefully dried his damp hair.

"You just washed your hair the other day, and now your hair and face are covered in fur after you went out to play with that little raccoon. If this happens again, I'll smack you on the backside," she said with an air of annoyance.

The child, with delicate features and bright eyes, leaned into his sister's embrace. He smiled widely and said, "But the little raccoon is so fun and cute! It walks all over me with its little feet, and it's so cozy when I hold it."

Phoebe sighed. "Mom said that Dad doesn't like raccoons. You keep telling him about it. No wonder he's been avoiding you lately."

Cecil remained perfectly still, letting his sister continue to comb his hair.

But he wasn't one to back down, so he said, "Dad and I are two different people. We each have our own likes and dislikes. Just because Dad doesn't like something doesn't mean I can't like it. I really like the raccoon. I love it. No matter how much Dad dislikes it, I won't give it up."

Phoebe tapped his nose. "Sharp-tongued."

Cecil grinned. "You can't win against me because you don't have any good arguments. Uncle Rafael always says that if you're reasonable, no one can talk over you."

"Then, why haven't you gone to practice martial arts with Uncle Rafael lately?" Phoebe asked, raising an eyebrow.

Cecil tilted his head. "He's only teaching the basics, which I can practice here. I've already learned it all. As for horseback riding... I can't get on a horse yet. I'll wait until I'm older and my legs are longer to practice."

"You've already learned it all? I don't believe you."

"I really have." Cecil nodded vigorously. "Uncle Rafael teaches the same things every day. Connor still has to learn them, but I only needed one lesson to get it."

"You're just bragging," Phoebe teased, poking his nose affectionately. "Well, never mind. You're still young. You can wait until you're older to learn properly."

"It's just the basics. It's not like I need to brag about it. It's nothing that impressive," Cecil mumbled.

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A curtain gently fell, obscuring Sylvia's bright, beautiful face. She held the little raccoon in her arms as she walked out, her expression thoughtful and weighed down.

On the night of the 18th, Jeanette suddenly experienced unbearable abdominal pain.

By the time Dorian arrived, she was already bleeding. After administering needle treatment and giving her two doses of medicine, they still couldn't save the baby.

Throughout the ordeal, Salvador stayed close by. His expression was unreadable as he listened to Dorian's report, delivered in a trembling voice. The disappointment Salvador felt remained hidden behind his composed demeanor. Instead, he reassured Jeanette, telling her to rest and take care of herself.

Jeanette wept, nearly collapsing from the weight of her sorrow.

Her pale face was damp with sweat, and through her pained sobs, she cried, "Someone must have harmed my child. Your Majesty, please investigate!"

Victoria came personally to offer her condolences.

An investigation would be carried out, of course, but the royal physicians had already warned that Salvador's constant use of medicine, especially during the time Jeanette conceived, had made the child more vulnerable than usual. Given that, it was already a miracle the pregnancy had lasted this long.

After a thorough investigation, no signs of foul play were found. In the end, the matter was considered closed.

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