It was clear, everything in the Princess Consort's chambers was as usual...
Not a single person was in sight, and even the bedding on the bed was neatly arranged, which hardly resembled the so-called scene of an affair.
This was really eerie, and the two Royal Maidservants and Arthur following behind him were shocked, staring with their mouths wide open, their eyes fixed as if they had seen a ghost.
"Where is the promised affair? Good for nothing, you can't even keep an eye on two living people, what use do I have for you?"
"Slap..."
After being stunned for a moment, Charles reacted, turned around, and roared at Arthur, slapping him across the face; Arthur staggered before he could steady himself. When he looked up, blood was seeping from the corner of his mouth.
The two Royal Maidservants were trembling with fear, their legs shaking like sieves, heads hanging, silent as cicadas in winter.
