Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband

Chapter 1387: He Led Out a Beauty

Willow Crawford’s expression changed, "Minister Alden, what do you mean?"

Minister Alden looked at Willow Crawford, "Princess Consort, I received a tip-off saying that the Mr. Linden who has been frequenting the royal household is actually the heir of The Merfolk Kingdom, Morgan Ashworth. Moreover, the Princess Consort knowingly concealed Morgan Ashworth’s identity and had numerous emotional entanglements with him. Princess Consort, is this true?"

Willow Crawford realized, Morgan Ashworth’s identity has been exposed!

The thing she always feared has still happened.

But, how did this matter get exposed?

Willow Crawford furrowed her brows, "This matter is of great importance, who is the one who reported it?"

"Princess Rosalind."

What, Rosalind Rowan?

At this moment, Rosalind Rowan walked over, she hadn’t slept all night, with dark circles under her eyes, looking tense and exhausted, yet as she watched Willow being arrested, a mad glimmer appeared in her eyes, as if justice had been served.

"Rosalind, was it you?"

"That’s right, it was me! Willow Crawford, you never thought you’d have a day like this, falling from grace, the revered first princess consort is actually a traitor colluding with The Merfolk Kingdom, deserving death by everyone. You never thought you’d stumble over me, did you? Hahaha." Rosalind laughed triumphantly.

Willow Crawford closed her eyes for a moment before softly saying, "Rosalind Rowan, you destroyed all of your brother’s meticulous plans, I bet your brother won’t find peace even in the afterlife because of you."

Prince Rosen was a master strategist, he painstakingly put effort into making Willow Crawford the first princess consort, preserving the royal family’s glory. For this, he endured humiliations and even sent the woman he loved most to another man. But unfortunately, all of this was ruined by Rosalind Rowan.

Rosalind seemed to have thought of something too, feeling suddenly doused in cold water, her body stiffened.

Willow Crawford no longer looked at Rosalind, but turned to Minister Alden, "Did you go look for Morgan Ashworth?"

Minister Alden nodded, "We went to arrest Morgan Ashworth immediately, but the place was already empty; he disappeared."

Morgan Ashworth disappeared?

Willow Crawford could only think of one possibility, Morgan Ashworth got wind of the news early and retreated, leaving everyone empty-handed.

"Rosalind, before making the report call, did you visit Morgan Ashworth?"

Rosalind, "How did you know?"

Willow Crawford felt a chill inside. If her guess was correct, this was all Morgan Ashworth’s plan.

The so-called exposure of identity was merely a ploy orchestrated by the heir of The Merfolk Kingdom, successfully using Rosalind to destroy this royal household.

What more could she say?

Ha.

"Minister Alden, I’ll go with you."

...

Willow Crawford was secretly detained because this matter was serious and couldn’t be made public yet.

Willow Crawford sat in a room alone, sorting out the details of the incident, yet she still had one doubt: was Morgan Ashworth’s goal just this?

Destroying the royal family, sending her in here?

After all, the charge of treason was enough to imprison her for life.

He hates her so much.

Just then, Una came and whispered, "Princess Consort, you don’t need to say anything here; we’ll handle things outside. Convicting you is not that simple, you have the strongest backing from your family, no one dares to truly harm you."

Willow Crawford looked a bit lost. She married here at 18, her daily schedule was full, working diligently without a moment’s rest. Now, she doesn’t have to do anything.

The day Morgan Ashworth said she wouldn’t be the first princess consort for long, turns out this is what he meant.

Una resentfully said, "Princess Consort, you’ve poured your heart out here, but people here just discard you, with no regard for past relations and your kindness. I think their conscience has been fed to dogs."

Willow Crawford thought for a moment, "Una, you must keep an eye on any movements from Morgan Ashworth outside."

"Morgan Ashworth has disappeared, hasn’t he? He’s achieved his goal and surely gone back."

Willow Crawford shook her head, "I feel... he wants more than just this."

"Yes, Princess Consort."

Una left, and Willow Crawford quietly stayed there. Due to her special status, meals were still decent, delivered on time.

Willow Crawford had no appetite, ate nothing, though she felt thirsty and opened a bottle of water, drinking a little.

Late at night, Willow Crawford suddenly felt stomach pain, a severe pain.

Why does it hurt so much?

Could it be the bottle of water?

The sudden pain made Willow Crawford roll off the bed, cold sweat pouring, her vision darkening.

Soon the guards outside noticed something was wrong, they pushed the door open, "Princess Consort, what’s wrong?"

Willow Crawford was too pained to speak, feeling a metallic taste in her throat, and suddenly vomited blood.

"Princess Consort!"

Willow Crawford’s eyes closed as she collapsed.

When Minister Alden arrived, he witnessed this scene, Willow Crawford lying lifeless on the ground. He slowly extended his finger to her nose, where there was no breath anymore.

Willow Crawford is actually... dead!

...

Willow Crawford felt she was in a long dream, many things happened in the dream, the images chaotic.

At this moment, she suddenly opened her eyes.

She was in an unfamiliar room, very small and quite rudimentary, a far cry from her usual luxurious lifestyle, resembling a servant girl’s accommodation.

Where is this place?

Willow Crawford got up from bed, opened the door, and walked out.

Outside was a magnificent palace, one she hadn’t visited before, unfamiliar, filled with busy maids, likely preparing to receive some big personality.

"You, yes you, why are you standing there, hurry and clean up!" Someone called out harshly.

Willow Crawford stopped, looking very bewildered, "Are you calling me?"

"Who else would I be calling if not you? The master and our future princess consort will be arriving shortly; hurry and clean up!" the person shoved a rag into Willow Crawford’s hand.

It was Willow Crawford’s first time holding a rag, the world felt surreal; now she noticed her attire was wrong too, wearing a maid’s uniform, when did she become a maid?

Willow Crawford had no idea what had happened, when she heard noises,

"Wow, look, the master and the future princess consort have arrived!"

"The princess consort is so beautiful, a perfect match for our master."

"Looks like we’ll soon have a grand wedding here!"

Who are they talking about?

Willow Crawford followed everyone’s gaze, seeing a flower cart slowly stop on the lawn, a tall, handsome figure stepping out.

It’s Morgan Ashworth.

Morgan Ashworth paused at the flower cart, then gentlemanly extended a hand, helping a graceful beauty out of the cart.