She released a gentle smile after listening to their lengthy explanation, adjusting her regal sitting posture with a display of strength that subtly revealed the frailty of age and the weakness caused by her two-day illness. This was Malikat Haseenat, in the presence of the high-ranking officials of the palace who requested an audience with her concerning the matter of Iffah, for which they intended to take her to court to face judgment in accordance with her crime, as incited by Miran Arshaan and Miran Jasim. With her grace and authority, she took a deep breath for the second time, her eyes resting on Miran Jasim before she averted them, nodding thoughtfully.
“I will neither prohibit nor interrupt the trial of a criminal like Zawjata-almilk. However, in the spirit of justice, I encourage and advise those involved in the trial to proceed with caution and conduct a thorough investigation. The Shahan-shan’s quarters are surrounded by suspicions, and we must determine the origin of the poisoned milk he drank. How did the poison she used enter the palace in the first place? Lastly, she must be provided with special security and surveillance over everything she consumes. If anything happens to this girl without the truth coming to light, know that the responsibility will fall on me, and I will deliver justice to anyone involved. When I say anyone, I mean everyone, including myself.”
No one dared to speak in the hall, only nodding in agreement. Malikat Haseenat did not add anything further and proceeded to leave the hall, using the remote control attached to her wheelchair. They could only watch her depart without uttering a word. However, some hearts were burning with anger and resentment, feeling as if they wanted to slit throats in the night to spill blood needlessly. Others were satisfied with her explanation, having only followed this course of action due to their lack of influence, but given a choice, they would have preferred patience until the Shahan-shan fully recovered, which everyone hoped for...
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