NovelEnglishChapter 1579 - Freedom is Not in Your Dictionary
Taylor frowned in boredom and asked impatiently, "What's the matter?" He didn't pay much attention to her, despite being the
center of attention in front of his mother.
"Good day, Your Highness." Julie stood still in front of him, saluting respectfully and speaking coldly and seriously, "The queen has
something to discuss with you. Please accompanyto her residence."
"What's the matter? Can't you tellfirst?" Taylor showed little interest. "I'm tired and need to rest."
The woman had no extra expression on her face and replied respectfully, "It's an important matter, a big matter, and it concerns
you. The queen says you must go."
With his hands in his pockets, Taylor raised an eyebrow and sighed, "How big of a matter can it be? Is the sky falling?" he quipped,
but still started walking towards his mother's palace.
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"Almost." Julie followed behind him.
Taylor glanced back at her and found it quite ridiculous! He couldn't believe the sky was falling Taylor quickened his pace, and Julie
followed suit, afraid that he might break his word and run away.
The Queen's palace was large, styled like a Western castle, outwardly magnificent but with a touch of modernity inside.
Katharine, who had a passion for design, had made improvements to the castle's style. The king favored her, so there was no
resistance to her ideas. Her palace was the most fashionable among all the palaces.
Two large peacock decorations adorned the entrance, adding beauty and significance.
Taylor's steps were fast, not because he was anxious, but because he wanted to shake off Julie.
He also wanted to quickly finish meeting his mother and then return to his own palace to sleep. He was accustomed to a life of
freedom and laziness.
Julie, who had always been agile in her steps, was having trouble keeping up with him. Fortunately, he entered the Queen's palace,
and she thought, "Finally, this ancestor has been found!"
"Mother! What do you want with me?!" As soon as Taylor entered the door, he rushed inside. Familiar with the layout of this
labyrinth-like luxurious house, he loudly shouted, "Mother! What do you want? I'm here! Where are you?"
Guards and servants who heard his voice respectfully saluted, "Your Highness!"
"Where's my mother?" He stopped in a gray and white hall.
At that moment, Queen Katharine, dressed in splendid attire, emerged from the room and walked slowly towards her son, her stern
gaze fixed on him. "What are you shouting about?"
"What do you want with me?" Taylor asked directly, as if he wouldn't have cif his mother hadn't called for him.
Their relationship was filled with both love and differences in opinion, after all, they were from different generations.
Katharine stood in front of her son, her displeasure evident as she scrutinized him. "You're never seen, always absent. Do you
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"It's not that | don't want to come, | just don't want you to worry too much. I've grown up, | need my own freedom and space." He
emphasized his needs once again.
"Freedom?" The woman seemed to find the word extremely amusing and burst into laughter. "Taylor, have | ever told you? Since
you were conceived in my womb, the word ‘freedom’ has never existed in your dictionary."
"That's because it doesn't exist in your dictionary." Taylor retorted, "Freedom is the first word in my dictionary."
"You..." Katharine was infuriated.
Taylor asked, "Mother, what is it that you want from me?"
"Sit." Katharine's voice was icy cold as she sat down on the sofa and instructed the servants, "Leave us."
"Yes."
Everyone saluted and left, and Julie, who had followed them in, turned and closed the door.
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