Why it never ends

Chapter 953 Sisters

But how is this possible?

She was once the apple of her father's eye. For a period of time, her father would take her with him wherever he went. Those old-fashioned bigwigs always needed a witty and childish person at the table, and she was smart and eloquent.

She once played to her heart's content in the backyard of Arevalo, while the daughters of earls and dukes could only stay in their seats obediently, watching her running around with envy or disdain; she also sat on her father Trion's lap, listening to them talk about the changes in the situation in the third district or the south of the twelfth district. She only needed to say a few profound words occasionally to make the adults at the table laugh.

She grew up like this until she was twelve or thirteen years old. She was smart, lively, and unique. Everyone who saw her thought she was an unrestrained spirit. However, everything was changing. When she began to bleed every month, the spirit part of her began to flow away. She began to fall towards a human, towards a woman. People would see innocence in a child's running and screaming, and defend it with laughter and sighs, but when she grew up, people would comment that she was "uneducated."

Hina was horrified to find that her smooth armpits began to grow hair, which made her feel an unspeakable shame. Her chest often hurt, and she could feel lumps when she touched it lightly. Her mother said that it was the developing breast glands. Her menstrual flow was alarmingly heavy. No matter how she defended herself, the menstrual blood would always suddenly gush out at some inadvertent moments, staining her favorite sheets and skirts... She didn't understand what she had done wrong to bear such a curse.

What's even more frightening is that Chloe is growing up. She is just as cute, innocent and brave, and is good at making all the men at the table laugh.

Sina will never forget the night when her father brought Chloe to the Governor's Palace in Arevalo for the first time. This was originally an honor that belonged to Sina alone. During the meal, her father and Arevalo talked about several tax policies that worked well in the third district, but once they were moved to the twelfth district, they became full of holes and could not function properly at all.

Just as Sheena was about to say something, she heard Chloe giggle, "Same medicine, can't cure the same disease!"

The whole table of guests burst into laughter, just like what Hina had gotten.

Xina looked at the scene with a pale face - why are you laughing? What do you mean by the same medicine and the same disease? Not to mention that the actual situation of District 3 and District 12 is completely different, even if the tax policy is exactly the same, it will be completely different when it is implemented... Is there any logic in this metaphor?

However, the crowd did not seem to need any logic, and everyone held Chloe high in the air, and her father was very satisfied with this. Hina also tried to speak several times, and she was no longer as witty as before, but seriously expressed her own opinions. However, in the silence and embarrassment of the guests, she realized that she must have said something wrong.

After that, her father no longer took her to visit Arevalo's mansion.

It was probably from that time that Xina vaguely realized that "the youngest daughter in the family" was probably a special ecological niche, and once occupied by someone, it would never be returned.

Think about those fairy tales. All the adventures and joys always belong to the youngest daughter in the family. Those young daughters usually represent the most genuine, kindest, and most vital people. But what about their older sisters? They are either content with an ordinary life, or stupid, suspicious, and full of resentment. The older sisters are the supporting roles, using their mediocrity or viciousness to highlight the innocence of the youngest daughters.

However, she could not stop herself from hating it. Many times she stood at the window and watched her father and Chloe's car coming back. The two of them passed by the front yard, talking and laughing. Chloe jumped up and down like a noisy sparrow, and her father did not discipline her. Instead, he just agreed with her in a supportive manner.

Xina was in great pain, but she knew very well that she must not let others see her pain. Jealousy is a woman's great sin, let alone jealousy of her own sister - doesn't that directly coincide with those folk tales? No one told her what to do. She longed to become the little daughter of the Tryon family again and longed for people's attention to return to her.

However, at this moment, Chloe was really seriously ill, and she did not feel very happy. She lay beside Chloe and felt that she was also full of holes.

  She had nowhere to go, so she touched her sister's hand in the dim room.

... "I don't quite understand. You mean that the emperor doesn't actually have his own army, and these nobles - princes and marquises - don't have their own army either. Then who will guarantee their safety?"

"The Military Police is the military police of the coalition government." Ximoya answered, "The emperor has a ceremonial guard of about 1,500 people. Although it is not a military organization, it can be understood as the emperor's private armed forces. In addition, the Hastings nobles also have their own private guards, which are the same as commercial bodyguards. The military police are mainly used to guard the plantations."

On the highway, Ximoya drove Hesta and his party out of the city herself, and Trion's car was just in front of them.

Hesta sighed and looked out the window: "No wonder so many people rebelled, it turns out the emperor has no army."

"You have completely misunderstood it," Ximoya replied. "Ninety-nine percent of the large-scale armed organizations in the South District currently support this emperor. What they want to overthrow is the United Government of District 12 - or rather, the proxy system established by District 3 here."

"No one wants to overthrow the royal court?"

"I've told you before that the royal family of District 12 is the same as the mascot. The political influence of these people is very limited, and they can only play the game of party unity and opposition in the House of Nobles... The actual highest decision-maker in District 12 is Governor General Arevalo, and behind Arevalo is the Third District Coalition Government - do you understand what I mean?"

Hesta did not answer immediately.

"You can understand it this way," Ximoya said softly, "For most militants, retaining the royal court is a means of highlighting the identity of District 12, just like protecting their own traditional culture - the emperor is not a threat to them."

"Equivalent to a living seal?"

"Yes." Ximoya nodded. "How the seal is used depends on the person who holds it. No one would have a problem with a delicate object."

"Kendai too?"

"What?" Ximoya frowned, "What does this have to do with Kendai?"

"Will Kendai also participate in these hypocritical activities? For example, have informal contacts with the royal court in private--"

"She never does these." Ximoya's tone suddenly became serious, "She hates these games."