Mei Yang's eyes focused on the blue glass she had gotten from the king of Naki, the perfume that her maid told her that she belonged to a goddess. Now there was the glass, as intense as she remembered the last time she had seen it in her room.
- It is just a perfume, ask my servant. ― Mei Yang shouted.
- It is a poison, the same poison that is in the arrow that killed my father. You will deny that he devised an evil plan with the king of Naki to destroy our kingdom. What else did you do? Did you kill the queen?
- No! I would never do that. She was my mother! - Mei Yang could not hold back the tears. She was crying copiously in front of everyone. She was clearly being wronged. Amon, her own brother, was framing her for something she would never do.
Was this her end, to die like a murder
