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Chapter 82: My Prince (11)

"Edel." Song Zhishu leaned over the dressing table, playing with the comb on the table. "I'm so bored."

"Ah."

“…Let’s go out and play!” Song Zhishu pouted, then her eyes suddenly lit up. Edel had a bad feeling and remained silent for a while. His golden hair obscured his beautiful eyes, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

Song Zhishu waited patiently for a while, blinking her eyes, trying to win the man's rare sympathy. Unfortunately, he didn't seem to be a man who would act impulsively in the heat of the moment; his gaze only lingered on those sparkling eyes for a moment before moving away, making Song Zhishu seriously doubt that her charm had diminished.

"I'm sick," he said softly, a pleasant minty scent wafting into Song Zhishu's nose.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Everything is sick."

When will it be better?

"When you don't want to go out and play."

“Edel”.

"Ah."

"To die."

"it is good."

"Hey!" Song Zhishu stomped her feet in frustration. She sat down on the soft cushion in annoyance, but the person in front of her did not stop walking. Instead, the pace quickened. Finally, she pulled out her trump card: "If you leave, I guarantee you will never see Avril again."

Sure enough, Edel stopped abruptly. His usually indifferent eyes now held an unusually sinister glint. He turned around, but his expression remained completely unreadable. His sharp eyes were fixed solely on the petite girl before him.

She was as beautiful as an angel.

Unfortunately, Edel didn't like the face; on the contrary, he loathed it.

What would she do to her Avril? Edel clenched his fist, deep in thought.

She will sell her, she definitely will.

No! It's even worse than that! To be a concubine to those foolish officials! Absolutely not!

Perhaps I'll be transferred to any unit that's a thousand times, a hundred times, more demanding than my current job!

Edel grew increasingly angry as he thought about it. He stared coldly at Song Zhishu and couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.

Song Zhishu's desire to transfer Eder elsewhere was utterly absurd and nonsensical. "Then let's go," Eder, deeply "threatened" by Song Zhishu, had no choice but to agree.

"Okay, okay!" Song Zhishu was still thinking about how to resolve this awkward situation, but when she heard that Eder was so easy to compromise, her bright eyes lit up even more.

"But will His Majesty the King agree?" Edel was still persistent, feigning concern: "If His Majesty doesn't agree, what if the princess leaves the castle on her own and it gets discovered?"

“Edel,” Song Zhishu interrupted at the opportune moment, calmly looking at her as she slowly shut her mouth, “tell me who your master is.”

“Of course, it’s Her Majesty the Princess.” Edel was a sensible man. He had barely agreed when he began planning his escape. After all, the world was in turmoil, and Song Zhishu was a princess of a nation; naturally, they had to guard against her being abducted.

"Look, we're here now, heavily guarded, but getting out shouldn't be too difficult, since our identities are public knowledge. The real challenge is the back garden. As far as I know, the king likes to have afternoon tea there and enjoys tending to his flowers and plants when he's bored. The servants don't dare to neglect him; they're the king's own people there, so they're not afraid of you. After all, you're the king's people."