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Chapter 87: My Prince (16)

Edel raised his head, his indifferent gaze suggesting that nothing concerned him, but his sweaty palms betrayed his feigned composure. He was seeking the king's trust, wanting to assure the king of his unwavering loyalty to the little princess.

He was gambling, after all, those who could become kings were no pushovers, and he was afraid of ruining himself, but now this was the only path he could take.

Edelman seeks revenge.

He was driven mad by a thirst for revenge.

He didn't want to curry favor with these disgusting people in this enemy country; it made him feel nauseous.

No one could discern his inner thoughts. He was incredibly good at hiding them; his outward composure made Song Zhishu slightly uneasy. She was internally screaming in frustration.

Why do you have to drag me down with you when you're looking to die?

The three harbored their own secrets and had different intentions, yet none of them could truly understand the other, despite spending every day together. The atmosphere was eerily quiet, sending a chill down one's spine.

"Good job!"

Suddenly, the king cheered, startling Song Zhishu so much that she lost her footing. Already distracted, she fell straight down.

With a thud, Song Zhishu, who had just recovered from her illness, suddenly died.

"Useless, really useless." The king looked at his pitiful biological daughter with some disdain. He seemed to be in a good mood, so he waved his hand and hummed a little tune: "Actually, I also think that God or whatever, every time I talk to him I have to act like I like him very much. I've never even seen him."

"Since you two are so thoughtful, go on downstairs, go on downstairs." Since he had reached a consensus, he didn't pursue the matter of the two of them going out to play on their own, and went downstairs by himself, looking rather silly.

Edel was a little confused, but also relieved. He bowed respectfully and was about to leave when his robe was grabbed tightly. He nodded, looking at Song Zhishu, whose face was filled with grievance.

"I...I don't think I can stand up..." She tried to speak as softly as possible so that Edel could hear her.

Edel nodded, preparing to call the maid, but Song Zhishu grabbed him, glaring at him fiercely and threatening, "If you call them, won't that embarrass me? You, you, you, pick me up right now."

“…Princess, this…I’m afraid that won’t work.” Edel took a step back without making a sound, as if she were a monster.

"What?"

"You..." He looked at Song Zhishu, who was covered in dirt, with difficulty; he was a germaphobe. "I don't care! I don't care!"

Edel felt he couldn't communicate with her, and picked up a step to leave.

"Edel!" Song Zhishu cried out anxiously, "If you pick me up, I'll help you pursue Avril!"

Sure enough, Edel paused, turned around, and picked up Song Zhishu without saying a word.

"..." Damn it.

She looked up at Edel's cold, hard face, then quickly lowered her head to hide her secret delight. Little did she know that her foolish expression had already been noticed by Edel.

He felt a subtle tension, but ignored the strangeness in his heart; his usually cold gaze softened considerably.

The king, who had appeared out of nowhere, watched quietly from behind. He was no longer the nonchalant man he once was; he seemed to be talking to himself, "Ah... this is not good..."