Narcissus and Poison

Time flies—another three or four years have passed.

Fernand is still an insignificant prince in obscurity; while Augusta's talent and reputation are becoming more and more prosperous.It is self-evident who the king prefers.

Jealous?

Resentment?

Fernand never escaped from his true desires.

He thought, although he was very good at disguising and lying, he didn't need to trap himself in it.

throne?No kidding—is it like being a father? ...

The cruel Fernan, Fernan who wanted nothing but self-protection, the biggest knot in his heart was the death of his biological mother.

Why? ...

Fernand thought about it for more than ten years and broke his head.Finally, a whisper from the maid gave him the answer:

"Speaking of the first queen..."

"Oh, the one who died in the tower?"

"Didn't you say he was crazy?"

"It's obvious that His Majesty himself liked flirting at that time. The first queen was born as a lady, so she couldn't see it, so His Majesty simply locked her up..."

"...In the end, I couldn't bear it..."

"It's so pitiful... After all, she's just a weak woman..."

"Hey, don't talk about it! It's an old story... Don't your majesty and the current queen have a good relationship!"

"That's right... Maybe His Majesty was forced to marry the first queen back then!"...

That's all, that's all.

That's it!

Fernan leaned weakly on the wall, listening to the heavy breathing from his chest.

Revenge?Killed father?It doesn't make any sense...it just adds to the notoriety.

Fernan thought that he was probably that kind of cowardly villain.Obviously cursing crazily in his heart, but never really practiced it.

He even avoided contact with his father, stepmother, and younger brother—especially his younger brother.His innocent expression aroused the disgust in Fernan's heart, which made Fernan feel an inexplicable guilt besides taking it for granted.

... He originally planned to spend his life doing nothing, but he brought everything up by himself.

He became an accomplice to desire.

The desire was not his—no, not quite his.

He had been avoiding the fact that he, too, had a desire; not only because it was too secretive, but also because of his selfishness.

The hotness of this desire is enough to destroy his reputation and ruin Augusta's future.

But it wasn't him who ruined Augusta National.

On that day, Shursena came to Fernan's other courtyard.

"You said you had something important to report to me," Fernan said coldly, "but I don't even know who you are."

"Astermelo, Your Highness should know," said the young man with a harmless smile on his face, his maroon eyes narrowed slightly, and the drooping eyelids concealed the light in his eyes.

Fernan knew immediately that this was his kind.

Hypocritical and arrogant indulgence.

It's just that he locked this in his heart, but the other party was happy to realize it.

"I know, so what?" Fernan couldn't help but sneered.

"I am his confidant," Shulsena said calmly, "Master Astor is now the guard of His Royal Highness Augusta, but privately, his subordinates hope to turn to support you."

These words were too straightforward, Fernan raised his eyebrows, subconsciously looked around and checked whether the doors and windows were closed properly.

Shul Sena paused, showing a completely different smile from the beginning:

"As expected of you, Your Highness, you are really reliable and very suitable."

"What is your purpose...what do you want me to do?"

Shulsena blinked, and whispered with a smile still on the corner of his mouth: "I can help you completely bring down His Highness Augusta..."

Fernan raised his eyebrows, and said sarcastically, "You're the first person to tell me that."

"Those short-sighted ministers didn't see your talent at all, didn't they?" Senna said, "But you really should deal with them more."

"Your reward?" Fernan stared at the other party's leisurely smiling face, suddenly feeling a little creepy.

"His Highness Augusta's handle," Senna raised his eyes, "is Astmelo."

Fernan's heart stopped beating for a beat, and then he shouted in a low voice, "Aren't you talking nonsense?"

"Smart as you are, you already noticed the relationship between those two people," Senna said with coolness in his voice.

"The reward I want is Astmelo—yes, just as you can imagine." He sneered.