C1215 It's All a Conspiracy

"What's your name?"

"I'm amazing..."

"Then what about your father? Do you still remember his last name... "

"I forgot..."

Yes, I forgot everything about that dark, rotten, stinky home, and anything related to that home. I forgot everything.

"If that's the case, then I'll give you a new name."

"Florence Ann. Jiu Delia Alvarte..."

"My child, from now on, you will be called Delia."

Delia, Delia, read these three words. The girl looked at the smiling man and hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"You mean, in the future, you will adopt me?"

"Of course. I have already said that you are very similar to my dead daughter. I will treat you very well, Delia."

Delia still did not let down the guard in her heart and her face was full of vigilance. But after a month, she finally accepted this father who fell from the sky.

Wilson was really too good to her...

All kinds of beautiful clothes, the delicious food that she ordered Chef to change into everyday, the toys that the little girl liked...

Furthermore, every time this man had a gathering, he would bring her back and forth between the famous aristocratic families. Chambers, fine wine, smiling beautiful women, expensive suits...

The little child looked at all of this and was dazzled. She originally lived in extreme poverty and hardship, but now she suddenly saw such magnificent extravagance...

She yearned for the light, for the upper class, for that clean and noble world.

In the following time, Wilson was really using the etiquette of a noble lady to request Delia. He even invited a specialized etiquette teacher for her. Every action and action would be repeatedly trained.

Riding a horse, fencing, golf... Slowly, the ragged child, like a caterpillar breaking out of a cocoon, transformed bit by bit and finally became a gorgeous butterfly.

Her neat black hair, emerald green eyes, soft and graceful black dress, and her lowered eyes were all filled with confidence.

In the blink of an eye, Delia was already twelve years old. She was taller and her skin was white. She looked like a white short-lived flower that was trying its best to grow.

She was sitting in front of the desk reading a book. In front of her was a very obscure English original work. Those dense and round words looked like ants...

"Delia."

Hearing someone calling her, the girl turned her head and looked towards the door. She replied softly, "Daddy."

"Come with me to the study. I have something to tell you." Wilson was wearing a tight vest and long black pants. He was walking around with his long legs.

Lifting her skirt, Delia's movements were elegant and light, and she followed him to the study.

"Daddy, what do you need me for?"

Wilson sat on a European wooden chair and picked up a book with his fingers. He slowly handed it to the air.

Delia quickly took it and opened one of the pages. She saw some food in neat font and flipped another page.

"Daddy, what is this?"

"Do you know who has the highest status in the Snow?"

The one with the highest status... It was only later on that he found out that the Alva family was one of the ten noble families that founded the Snow. The one with the highest status should naturally be...

"It's our family. We are the oldest, most prestigious, and most wealthy family in the Snow. Naturally, we have the highest status."

Wilson raised the corner of his lips and smiled.

"Delia, I am very happy that you have such a deep understanding of our family's history."

"However, the one with the highest status is not the Alva family, but the Fan Sheng family."

Fan Sheng?

"He is the ruler of the Snow, the Yung family."

"And the thing in your hand is the current head of the Snow, all the information about Yung Yuebai."

Delia realized that something was not right. She lowered her head again and carefully looked at the thing in her hand.

She did not know who wrote this thick book. Even the thing about hating eating vegetables was written in such detail...

"Daddy, what do you want me to do?"

"From today onwards, Delia's task is to memorize it until it's completely memorized, and you can even memorize it like the back of your hand."

For the next few days, Delia almost flipped through this book. Everything related to "Yung Yuebai" seemed to be carved deeply in her mind.

There was a vague figure that did not form an outline, but it was filled up bit by bit until it became clearer and clearer.

The color that she liked was black, the sports she liked were shooting and racing, and the most annoying things were sunflowers and sunlight.

Delia's childhood was closely related to the word "Yung Yuebai." In this world,

no one else knows this man better than she does...

Towards the end, for some reason, Delia's noble daughter's class suddenly changed to fighting, shooting, carrying weight running, wilderness survival and so on.

After a while, she finally knew the reason.

Wilson stood under the sun, his hands in his pockets. "Baby, you are my proudest daughter. I only have one request for you. Capture Yung Yuebai's heart."

Then, Delia received a set of armor. It was soft and shiny.

Yung Yuebai was a bloodthirsty and warlike person, so to enter his eyes, he naturally could not use ordinary means.

Wilson told Delia that Yung Yuebai would personally suppress the rebellion in the northwestern city-state. Delia also needed to follow him.

At this moment, everything seemed to have pulled off that layer of hazy veil.

Delia finally knew why Wilson wanted to adopt her.

She was just a tool and a chess piece. She wanted to take down that man called Yung Yuebai and make him loyal to her.

To put it bluntly, Wilson had spent a lot of money and effort on her to train her into the Diao Chan in the beauty trap.

Moreover, she accidentally heard the maid chatting.

Although Wilson had a marriage, he had been separated from that woman in less than a month. He and his ex-wife had no children at all.

So, that premature daughter was just a lie...

In an instant, it was as if a basin of water had been poured down from above her head, causing her entire person to feel a chill run down her spine.

When she was young, in order to escape the fate of being sold, the feeling of running wildly in Xue Ye appeared once again. It was bone-chilling and penetrated deep into her soul...

But very quickly, she was still sent to Inscription Palace by Wilson. He made it sound as though he was sharing the burden of the country...

Delia suddenly wanted to laugh. This person whom she called daddy for so many years, had never really treated her?

On the side of the rebelling city-state, there was war, turmoil, and a real platform. Did Wilson not know that if he was not careful, she would really die and never come back?

Everything was a conspiracy... My god, she really treated me "generously."