Chapter 556: The Art Exhibition
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Selma Payne’s POV:
I received an invitation from Emma.
The freedom of life inspired this girl, and she could freely display her talent in painting. She returned to the Lycan pack this ti to hold a private art exhibition and use this occasion to catch up with her relatives and friends she had not seen for a long ti.
“This is my last chance to invite a princess,” she teased over the phone. “It’s already June. After this hot sumr, you’ll be the Queen!”
After so discussion, the date of my coronation had been decided. It would be in August. In this half year, I had been busier than before, preparing for the official ascension.
My father gradually handed over authority to . This ant I had to learn to handle all governnt affairs independently as the supre ruler. I no longer had to do so assisting work like before.
It was a sweet torture. The progress satisfied , but I couldn’t ignore the exhaustion.
This art exhibition was a rare opportunity to relax. I hadn’t seen Emma in a long ti.
So of these invitations were for , Dorothy, Aldrich, the children, and even my parents. However, they did not plan to go. “Soone must stay in the palace to guard it in case of accidents,” my father said.
The wolf cub was already three years old, and Sunflower and Cynthia looked like they were three years old. However, other than Cynthia, the children still had no official na.
Our family thought about it. Since we’d been calling them by their nicknas for so long, we might as well call them by their nicknas for a few more months. Therefore, this was put on hold. I planned to announce their official nas after I ascended the throne and conferred the title of nobility to the children.
It was a sunny day. We drove to Emma’s outdoor art exhibition in the suburbs. The the of this exhibition was ‘Natural Legends’, so Emma had specially chosen this vast and historic lawn to decorate it with flowers and plants like a mythical garden.
“Look, whose little angel do we have here?”
Emma imdiately ran over when she saw us. However, she didn’t run over to Dorothy and my friends but to the little turnips around us dressed like sprouts.
The children were not afraid of strangers at all. Even though the last ti they saw Aunt Emma was in the Spring Rain Pack, these little snobs still rembered this kind and lively aunt because Emma kept sending them delicious food and fun things they encountered during their trip.
The children scread and ran into Emma’s arms, almost falling over. Emma kissed and hugged them one by one before she had the ti to pay so attention to us.
“Selma, Dorothy!” She gave each of us a big hug. “I have missed you guys so much.”
Dorothy gave her a ‘don’t give that look’ look. “Pardon for being blunt, Miss, but you didn’t seem to know us a minute ago.”
“Don’t say that. Of course, I love you, but who can ignore these little angels who arc like cotton balls?” Emma hugged the children and looked at Aldrich. “I’m glad you’re as healthy as ever, Aldrich. We all saw how worried Selma was back then. Now that she has such a happy family, I’m sincerely happy for you and your wife.”
“Thank you, Emma.” Aldrich shook hands with Emma in a friendly manner.
“I’m glad that Selma has such good friends like you.”
“Alright, ladies and gentlen, the ti for small talk are over. This isn’t so random social occasion, alright?” I interrupted them helplessly. “The past is in the past. Thank you for being by my side now. And now, let see those wonderful paintings. After dealing with endless official docunts for half a year, I desperately need a chance to cultivate my body and mind. It’s not easy.”
We mulled over Emma’s paintings. She had a classical style and liked realistic characters and scenery. Just like the the of the art exhibition, the the of all the paintings was related to legends.
I saw that painting again. I had hallucinated because of it on the night of the Spring Rain Pack. Now that this painting was finally completed, I was shocked to find that the content of the painting coincided with my hallucination.
The angry goddess, the swaddling clothes held high, the panicked man, and the demon watching everything coldly from the refuge bush – I suddenly felt that they seed to be moving. The goddess roared, the baby cried, the man defended himself, the demon laughed silently, and the moths weaved lightly between the characters, playing a silent sorrowful song for this farce.
Unknowingly, I was once again haunted by this painting. I observed every detail with fascination, from the devil’s fleeting gaze to the trace of blood seeping out of the swaddling clothes. I seed to have beco a moth in the painting, imrsed in the scene, listening to the actors of this tragedy roar out their lines.
“Selma!”
Soone nudged . I turned around abruptly. It was Aldrich.
He looked at worriedly, and when I looked back again, I saw the sa painting – but everything was still as if it had just been an illusion.
I believed sothing was going to happen..
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