Top Actress Beware: Also Reborn Is Your CEO Husband! Chapter 51: You Fell in Love with Your Imperial Brother!

"What does this have to do with ?"

The woman slightly tilted her head, her beautiful eyes casually glancing at Eleanor Spencer.

Eleanor Spencer was montarily stunned by her gaze.

"For generations, the Taylor Family has protected this country. How many died on the battlefield for it? If being a lord, the Taylor Family has nothing to be ashad of regarding the people. As a re woman, why should I be concerned with the affairs of the world? My brothers have all died in the struggle for the throne, my sisters were married off to Vassal States, leaving us shattered. In terms of suffering, I’ve had it worse than them. Why should I care about their life and death?

I am not a sage; I lack the heart of a saint to concern myself with so many lives. Don’t they always describe as ’cruel,’ ’cold-hearted,’ ’a witch’? I have always been this selfish."

The cool breeze lifted Anne Hart’s hair. She turned her face, indifferent as frost, her empty eyes staring at nothing, as if soulless. Her red lips curled into a barely-there smile, seemingly a smile, yet bitter.

Eleanor Spencer’s mind drifted for a mont, suddenly blank. Her lips trembled, and after pondering for a mont, she rembered her next lines.

"Don’t think I can’t see it; you fell in love with the Emperor! You claim to avenge your brothers, you say he is ruthless, but it’s just an excuse for your jealousy! You envy that he has multiple wives, which is why you flogged Lady Qi to death. You hate the ancestral teachings that keep you apart, so you want to destroy everything, Anne, stop making excuses for your selfishness!"

"You fell in love with your brother by blood!"

"Smack!" A wine cup fell to the ground.

Anne Hart’s fingers trembled, as if the long-buried secret in her heart had suddenly been exposed, a flicker of panic crossed her face.

In her mind, many mories flashed — an eight-year-old child scraping their knee from playfulness, a twelve-year-old boy carrying her, panic-stricken, to find the imperial physician; an eleven-year-old girl first becomng aware of herself, distressed over a book called the Ritual Records, scratching her ears and cheeks unwilling to recite it, the handso boy sternly tapping her head, chiding her lack of ambition, reciting it word by word to her, holding her hand to write down unfamiliar characters stroke by stroke...

The seed of love unknowingly planted in the heart of a girl awaking to feelings. She cared not for ancestral teachings, nor the gaze of the world, only purely admired her imperial brother.

That’s all there was...

Anne Hart’s eyes suddenly reddened, her long sleeves swept across, the wine pot and cups shattered on the ground. She burst into wild laughter, her laughter hysterical.

"So what!" Her eyes sparkled with rebellion against the world, as arrogant as she was, "So what if I fell in love with my imperial brother? So what if I destroy the world? It’s not your place, a re maid, to criticize ! Do you think being taken as Empress made you a phoenix?"

"I’d like to see how the Taylor Dynasty fares with a disfigured Empress!"

Anne Hart’s gaze turned sharp, suddenly drawing a sharp dagger from her sleeve, the blade swiftly stabbing forward. Yvaine’s face turned pale with fright, panic-stricken as she cried out, her body falling back, as a sharp sword ca stabbing at her back like a breaking army —

"Yvaine!"

"Puff!"

The blade pierced the chest, blood spreading across the red dress, the woman’s beautiful face instantly lost its color, vivid Blood Pearls dripped down her arm, blossoming into enchanting red circles on the ground.

"Bang!" The dagger fell from her hand onto the ground.

Anne Hart’s body also fell weakly, blood flowing continuously. She looked tenderly at the man’s stern and majestic face, a smile curled at her mouth.