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Chapter 91: My Prince (20)

“Prince Mudya, sometimes it’s best not to go too far with things.” Edel smiled slightly, his bangs slightly disheveled, his eyes languid yet deadly: “This is not your country.”

Mudea felt the increasing force in his hand. He looked at the seemingly harmless man with surprise, and a sudden chill ran through him. He pulled his fist out hard.

The man in front of me lazily took off his gloves, discreetly put them into his bag, lowered his head, and bowed. He was still very respectful, but it sent chills down my spine.

"Perhaps you want to confront the King." Edel tilted his head and smiled, but his eyes were like still water. His calm voice was captivating: "But I can guarantee that the King will not punish me, because I am protecting Her Majesty the Princess." He was sitting at home when trouble came knocking from the sky.

Song Zhishu, who was watching the show while biting her finger, blinked. She looked at the innocent-looking Eder with a mixture of amusement and exasperation, but still protected him. She nodded slightly and said aloofly, "Yes, Prince Mudeya, your behavior just now was a bit too rude. On the contrary, I think my steward might be more useful than you."

Edel was somewhat bewildered. He had only thought that Song Zhishu might protect him because of her own reputation, but not to offend Mudeya for his sake—after all, that would be foolish. Yet Song Zhishu's words were clearly an open defense.

He was momentarily stunned, this small detail left him bewildered, and the sudden flutter in his heart made him lose his footing. However, he maintained his aloof demeanor, though he secretly curled his lips into a smile.

"What about the assassin?!" Mudeya couldn't refute it. Song Zhishu's obvious protectiveness made him unhappy. "Aviri's sins shouldn't be suffered in vain!" With that, he held up the shocking wounds on Aviri's hand. His slightly trembling hand proved Mudeya's agitation at this moment.

Song Zhishu was somewhat surprised; she hadn't realized this young man was such a romantic. Intrigued, she watched Avi's reaction with anticipation.

Sure enough, Avril, who had been keeping her head down, raised it. She was stunned, looking at the man she had once called a bastard and shameless. Her heart wavered slightly, and she quickly stepped forward, saying nervously, "Princess! For Avril's sake, please don't go to the King, okay?"

She knew the king all too well. That man was willing to give up everything for Song Zhishu, even the country. So if he found out that Mudeya had framed Song Zhishu, she could even imagine how terrible Mudeya's fate would be.

Song Zhishu remained silent, her eyes filled with a smile. Finally, the male and female leads were together on their own—it hadn't been easy! But she was also grateful for Edel's divine intervention; she secretly nudged him, wanting to whisper something.

But Edel seemed a bit off. He stared intently at Mudya Avili's intertwined hands. His eyes, which once held the vastness of the stars and the sea, were now bloodthirsty and ruthless, making one's heart tremble. That was clearly... clearly his privilege.

Looking at Avril's emotional face, Edel was furious, resentful, and angry, even though he knew Avril had done nothing wrong!

Why should I...?

He smiled faintly, a smile that was pure and gentle.

Why should he live such a humble life?