The Empress was in white-colored prisoner clothes as she sat in the first prisoner wagon. Her lovely face looked pale, and her eyes shone with endless anger. She had always been pure and innocent but was sent to parade the streets—that humiliation was worse than death.

Quincy was in the other prisoner wagon, and she was furious.

'Jethro had captured us and wanted to parade us on the streets. Why doesn't he just kill my sister and me? Everyone knew that the South Cloud World women value their purity very much.'

For the past few days, what troubled Quincy most was when she asked the Empress about the father of her baby, she had refused to tell her.

"Start the parade…"

At that moment, the royal guards' leader shouted before they moved the prisoner wagons forward.

Wow…

More citizens had gathered at both sides of the streets. Everyone's eyes were filled with contempt; no one felt sorry for Quincy and her sister. Everyone thought they were despicable women.

"B*tch!" Finally, someone