Host, the villain's corruption level has exploded!

Chapter 93: My Prince (22)

It seems she no longer needs to worry about the romantic relationship between the male and female leads.

Song Zhishu was so moved by their boundless love that she cried.

But Edel was clearly not so happy; his eyes were as deep as a still pool, sending chills down one's spine.

Actually, he once had someone he loved.

He could remember that his father took him to fly kites, and he chased after them for a very long time. But when he excitedly took the kite to show off to his best friend, he found that she was gone, and his kingdom was in ruins.

Actually, he used to have someone he liked.

Her name was… I forgot, I don’t remember. She was a confidante I picked up off the street. She was very beautiful, but I’ve forgotten what she looked like; she only captivated me and shaped my life. He seemed to have never remembered that woman’s face, even though she was breathtakingly beautiful. He loved her, not with familial affection, not with friendship, but with a love that made him want to hold her hand. Avili didn’t know what was similar to her, yet it seemed like something else, so he fell madly in love with this substitute.

Edel's emerald eyes turned crimson. He felt the soft flesh of the assassin's neck, heard the sound of blood flowing, and wanted to strike, to feel that thrill.

Just as he steeled himself to selfishly indulge himself, a pair of hands encircled his neck. Her hands were soft, leaving him helpless. Suddenly, the grip loosened, and he heard a girl's voice softly say...

"Edel, I'm here."

It was so light, as faint as a mosquito's buzz, yet it brought immense comfort. Edel's longsword fell, leaving only a glaring wound on the assassin's trembling neck.

He suddenly didn't want to care anymore, he didn't want to care about the so-called royal power and wealth. He wanted to be as carefree as when he was a child, riding on his father's favorite horse, laughing as proudly as the sun.

Without the slightest hesitation, Edel hugged Song Zhishu back, his embrace heavy, as if trying to meld her into his very bones.

The two were so deeply in love, it was almost painful for the onlookers. They stared at each other dumbfounded, then finally decided to leave.

When the king learned of this, he was still carefully stroking a magnificent garment. He paused, his expression calm: "That assassin, break one of his legs and let him go."

"But Your Majesty, this..."

The person who reported this was still determined to say more, but was interrupted by the man.

"If Shu'er wants to protect him, then protect him. As long as I'm here, she can't stand the slightest grievance."

“Your Majesty, that brat Edel is nearing the end of his plans. He spends all his time with the princess and will surely find an opportunity to strike.”

“If Shu’er wants to protect us, then protect her.” He repeated, “So what if she rebels? As long as we send Shu’er away, she will be fine, and everything will be alright.”

He stood up, lifting the long skirt from his knees: "I promised her," he said, his gaze somewhat vacant, as if looking at someone through the skirt: "I will make sure Shu'er lives a glorious life, doing whatever she wants."

The glamorous Song Zhishu was unaware of this; she propped her head up, looking at the embarrassed Eder, seeking an answer.

"Do you know him?" Song Zhishu asked directly, clearly referring to the assassin.

"No." Edel didn't know what he was feeling guilty about, but he clenched his fists, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.