There was the sound of rustling clothes, and the door creaked shut. The sound of breathing intensified in the room. Then a weight fell onto the bed Prince Edward was lying on. Immediately following her movement, a strange scent drifted into his nose.
Having been on the border for many years, the crown prince was familiar with all types of drugs and poison.
He almost instantly recognized it as a potent aphrodisiac.
At this point, he had already endured enough. The third prince was planning to catch him, frame and force him to marry whoever they caught him with, and then use that to manipulate him.
It was neither complicated nor tasking, but it was the most effective means to scheme against someone's marriage, and it was a common tactic used in the harem.
Prince Edward could already guess the mastermind behind things this time.
As for whether or not she entirely planned it, that was something he would have to find out.
