Hannah sat in the tree, clapping her hands happily, "Ew, Princess, you’re so dirty. Go take a bath, you stink all over."

Emma was reduced to tears and ordered the two royal guards by her side to capture Hannah in the tree.

The loyal guards, of course, dared not disobey the order.

But as soon as they approached the trunk, they were hit by the stones Hannah threw.

First it was the arms, then the shins, and later the head and butt.

The entire back garden was thrown into chaos.

No one could catch the girl shining with laughter as she hid in the tree.

At that moment, he thought, how could there be such ill-mannered people in the world.

She was like a little wild animal that had gained awareness, not taking anyone seriously.

But her smile was really beautiful, her eyes like a pair of clear, clean streams.

He stared at her for a long time, until a stone hit his hand and he came to his senses.

The guards around him fell in droves, some holding their heads and others their feet, wailing in pain.

Emma too was crying, her face streaked with tears, completely devoid of a princess’s elegance and poise.

"Aren’t you going to comfort your little princess?"

Hannah leaned against the tree, tossing a few pebbles high into the air and catching them again.

He didn’t answer, only saying, "The queen will be here soon, and she won’t let you off easily."

Hannah looked up at the dazzling sunlight in the distance, and responded carelessly, "Oh."

He was at a loss for words.

After all, he was not one to meddle in others’ affairs.

Later, the queen did come, and so did the king.

As he had thought, the queen was furious, holding her heartbroken daughter and demanding that the king punish Hannah severely.

She even suggested Hannah be banished from the palace.

Of course, it didn’t happen in the end.

It was not logical to bring someone in only to cast them out immediately.

In the end, Hannah was only confined for a month.

Even if the queen was dissatisfied, she couldn’t outright contradict the king, so she had to begrudgingly accept it.

But the supposedly month-long confinement, Hannah escaped the very next day.

She went looking for Emma again.

Twelve-year-old Hannah was exceptionally vengeful.

She sneaked into Emma’s chambers and drew two pig heads on her face.

Because Emma had called her dirty and disgusting.

The pretty little fairy hated to hear such words more than anything.

The palace was just as lively that day.

Emma was crying and fussing again, cursing that Hannah would die a horrible death.

The pig heads on her face, drawn with some unknown paint, forced her to stay indoors for three full days without daring to take a step out of her chamber.

"Sheffield, are you even listening to me?"

Sheffield Benedict snapped back to reality and muttered an apology.

Emma felt dissatisfied inside but held it back anyway.

She moved over and sat across from Sheffield Benedict.

With no more tears on her face, she regained some of the princess’s lofty pride, "Sheffield, we grew up together, we’ve known each other for so many years, I believe you will help me, right?"

Emma had said this many times before.

Both Sheffield Benedict and Wayne Lane had known her for twelve years longer as childhood friends.

She was the princess, the person they were duty-bound to protect.

But this time, Sheffield Benedict remained silent.

He didn’t speak.

Emma clenched her fist and continued, "Sheffield, I’ve already told my father about Hannah’s escape; he will soon issue a new arrest warrant, dead or alive."

Sheffield Benedict frowned slightly, "Emma, you should know, you’re no match for Hannah."

Emma just let out a cold laugh, unconcerned, "I know she’s powerful, but no matter how powerful, can she really take on the entire imperial family on her own?"