I want you, Luciana...

Evelyn's eyes widened in shock at Luciana's words. 

'What did she just say? She invited all the monks in the capital?" 

"You…you…" Evelyn stammered incoherently. 

"Respected monks, can you come forward and check this special vase for my sister here? Maybe one of you might remember something," Luciana said, turning to face the direction of the monks who had come in their large numbers. 

"Princess Consort doesn't need to call all of us to come and check, I recognize that chamber pot very well because I was the one who wrote the prayer on it," one monk rose in the crowd and said. 

Gasps and whispers filled the hall at the monk's revelation. 

Evelyn vehemently shook her head as if she was about to have a mental breakdown. 

"No, no, no… you are lying. You and the princess consort are trying to frame me," Evelyn said.