Forced to become a delicate companion of a paranoid lord

This was the sixth time that Brett sat in the hall of Naya Castle waiting to be received by the Lord of the Snowfield. Due to the cold treatment he had received several times before, he had now put away his arrogant attitude.

Although he did not show it, he was already a little anxious. The Emperor ordered him to bring back the magic crystals that the empire urgently needed within two months. However, a month passed and he did not even see the Lord of the Snowfield.

Brett couldn't help but complain about the "honorable" prince who was sent to the Paraso people.

He thought to himself, he had such a charming face and had been taught for a whole year, but he couldn't even win over a rough lord. He had been told long ago that after coming here, he should please the Lord of the Snowfield and do his best to seek benefits for the empire.

As a citizen of the Empire, you should do something for your country. After being "loved" by the Parasos for half a year, have you forgotten who gave you everything you have now?

Brett was filled with malice. The prince had been "taught" by him for a whole year before the marriage. He felt that such a weak and ignorant young man should remember his words firmly in his heart.

“Dingle bell…Dingle bell…”

A pleasant ringing sound came from far away, bringing Brett back to his senses. He and the guards behind him looked towards the entrance of the hall. The ringing sound came from outside the door.

The tall carved wooden door, which had only small doors on both sides opened, was now completely opened. Sal carried Shevi into the hall and walked towards the main seat without looking around.

The Palasso warriors guarding the hall knelt down and bowed their heads in salute, while the envoys of the empire turned their eyes to the Lord of the Snowfield.

Brett looked at the young man held in the arms of the Lord of the Snowfield. He first looked at the veiled Imperial Rose, and then glanced at the male magician standing on his left.

The male magician nodded in understanding, then stared at Xie Wei for a while.

When Xie Wei entered the room, he felt some uncomfortable gazes. He looked in the direction where the gazes came from and just one glance made him pinch his palms reflexively.

Brett Rodrigue.

Seeing this man who had brainwashed him for a whole year still made him feel sick.

The Queen's cousin, who claimed to be his uncle.

It was also this man who said that he was the seventeenth prince born to the queen and was protected in the tower for some reasons.

If Xie Wei was really just a teenager who had never received a normal education and had been locked up in a tower since birth, people might really believe his words under the combination of soft and hard tactics.

But unfortunately Xie Wei is not.

Xie Wei remembered everything Brett said, but he just found it funny and disgusting.

Locking him in the tower was protection, giving him to Thrall was a gift. He must be grateful to the Emperor and Empress, must always be loyal to the Empire, must remember that he is an Imperial, must put the interests of the Empire first, use his only appearance and body to win over the Lord of the Snowfield, and then help the Empire achieve its goals when the Empire needs it.

What a shameless statement, yet this man said it as if it was a matter of course.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Sal, whose attention had been on Xie Wei, noticed his partner's emotional fluctuations. He hugged Xie Wei and sat on the main seat, then leaned close to Little Rose's ear and whispered.

He reached his hand into the wide sleeves and spread out Little Rose's clenched fingers, then wrapped them in his warm and strong palms and rubbed them gently.

Xie Wei leaned closer to Sal's arms, then stood up and whispered in Sal's ear: "It's okay, let's talk when we get back."

The two were whispering, and in the eyes of the people below, it seemed that the Lord of the Snowfield kissed the snow-white ear of the Imperial Rose, and the person being kissed immediately responded to the kiss.

Unlike Paraso's warriors who consciously lowered their eyes to the ground, Brett and the guards he brought were all looking at the Lord of the Snowfield and their Imperial Rose on the main throne.

Brett's eyes fell on Shevidai's collar. He looked at the chains extending into his clothes, and then saw the gold chain wrapped around the Snow Lord's hand. He knew very well what those chains were used for.

The pets he kept were pierced with holes for rings, and chains were passed through the holes to lock up the disobedient little ones.

As expected of a licentious Parasauan, he could even be so cruel as to play with his official partner.

Brett's eyes became contemptuous, and when he looked at Xie Wei again, there was a hint of amusement in his eyes.

His Royal Highness the Prince has not been killed yet. He is really lucky. It would be interesting if he was killed.

If they die here, the unlucky ones will be the people of Paraso.

Just as Brett was thinking this, a gust of cold wind suddenly passed by the corner of his eyes, and something slid down his cheek. He reached out to touch it, and ended up touching blood on his hand.