"Marvelous!" exclaimed Kailey, clapping her hands in excitement. "In that case, King Rory will surely be infuriated. His own queen consort has 'outsmarted' him on such a significant occasion. He might even shamelessly cling to her and cause a scandal. If such a momentous event were to become public knowledge, it would tarnish the reputation of the royal court. Our master's move is truly remarkable!"
After their conversation, the two composed their expressions and went out with their wine trays.
When the emperor announced the toast, the plump maid intentionally placed that specific wine cup on the outer side.
As she approached Bailey, she calmly set down the cup and said, "Your Highness, have some wine."
Bailey initially didn't pay much attention, but her heart skipped a beat when she brought the cup closer to her nose and sniffed.
Something was amiss.
This wine definitely had a problem!
Who would dare to take action in such a setting? The person behind this must have a significant background!
After a brief contemplation, Bailey decided to turn the tables.
She raised her sleeve to cover her mouth and discreetly poured most of the wine into her sleeve, pretending to have already taken a sip.
Not long after, she leaned against her forehead and sighed, "Oh my, this wine packs quite a punch. I might be getting tipsy. My head feels so dizzy."
Brenna hurriedly supported her, saying, "Why don't I accompany you, Your Highness, to the guest room for some rest?"
Bailey pushed Brenna away with disdain, "No need to trouble yourself. Just find any maid to show me the way."
As soon as she finished speaking, the plump maid standing behind her volunteered, stepping forward, "Your Highness, allow me to guide you to a place of rest."
With a hint of irony, Bailey glanced at the maid, "Very well, I appreciate your assistance."
Soon enough,
"Your Highness, this guest room will provide you with the utmost privacy. Rest assured, and take a nap. I'll wait outside the door for a while."
Bailey lazily waved her hand. "Alright, go about your way."
Once the door closed, her eyes instantly regained their clarity.
Those gazes were no trace of weariness from a moment ago.
Meanwhile...
Rory eagerly took the wine cup handed to him by Kailey and swiftly drank its contents.
He instantly sensed something was amiss, and anger surged within him.
Someone with audacious ambitions dared to harm him in such a gathering. Rory couldn't decide whether to admire the person's daring or chastise himself for being too lenient, allowing someone to take advantage of him.
The more enraged he felt, the better he concealed it. Pretending to be intoxicated, he allowed others to support and guide him away.
Finally, he reached the guest room in the palace.
"Your Majesty, I still have urgent matters to attend to. I won't accompany you inside. Please rest here."
Rory instinctively clenched his fists tightly as he stared at the closed door.
A meticulously designed trap awaited him, and he marveled at the lengths the other party had gone to.
Nevertheless, their attempt to deceive him would depend on their capabilities.
A moment of carelessness, and his life would be in jeopardy!
A cold glint appeared in his eyes, harboring a desire for retribution.
It was time to assert his dominance He couldn't allow anyone, not even the most insignificant, to defy him!
With that thought in mind, Rory pushed open the door Behind the sheer bed curtains, a faint figure could be discerned..
His gaze turned frigid, and he strode forward with unwavering steps.
On the bed, Bailey had already sensed someone approaching.
She deliberately let out a soft hum, leading him into a trap
Her voice caused Rory's scalp to tingle with unease.
What woman would dare to be so sl*tty?
Little did he know that Bailey had concealed a silver needle soaked in anesthesia in her hand, ready to take action once the person arrived.
Rory squinted his eyes and abruptly pulled the curtain aside.
Simultaneously, Bailey's eyes snapped open, poised to make her move.
They both acted at once. He intercepted her reaching hand and promptly pressed her arm onto the pillow.
Bailey's breath hitched, and the silver needle slipped away.
Her heart skipped a beat as she lifted her gaze, locking eyes with Rory's chilling gaze.
Both froze in surprise, momentarily suspended in time.
"It's you!" Rory gritted his teeth as he uttered those words as if he wanted to devour her whole.
"You despicable woman, how dare you!"
Restrained by him, she struggled to get up, but Rory firmly pressed her other hand against the headboard.
"let go of me!"
He pressed down on her, almost sitting on her.
In this position, she had no strength left to struggle.
"Let go of you? Who are you trying to put up a facade for with this show? You drugged me in secret just to seduce me. Aren't you shameless enough to do so? How dare you do something like this during such a grand gathering!"
Bailey attempted to push Rory away with her knee, but as soon as her leg made contact with his, he effortlessly pushed it back down.
Rory leaned closer, warning her, "Don't move recklessly. I have no interest in your body and won't fulfill your desires."
He was dangerously close, his breath falling upon her face as he spoke,
A faint scent of aloeswood lingered on his clothes, a scent that seemed to drift in the air.
It hovered between them, faintly discernible.
If not for his cold and ruthless demeanor, anyone who saw them would think they were intimate.
But how could he be intimate with her? He just wants to kill her.
"What's the matter? Could it be that you drugged yourself to seduce me? My my, queen consort, you've gone to great lengths. Aren't you afraid that the man who enters might not be me? You'd willingly give yourself to some random man outside?"
"You're suffocating me! Get off me!"
Bailey's expression turned icy and fearless as she stared at him. "Your Majesty jests. I daresay any random man would be better than you. You think quite highly of yourself!"
She sneered, a mocking smile on her face. "I don't know who drugged me, but i didn't fall for it. Instead, I came prepared to catch the culprit. Who would have thought that it would be Your Majesty who came? If you hadn't acted quickly, my silver needle would have pierced your neck!"
Rory lowered his gaze and spotted a slender silver needle near the pillow.
A flicker of hesitation crossed his face, but he instinctively doubted her.
After all, this woman had too many past transgressions!
She had coveted his body for a long time. Who knew if it was intentional?
Their actions had been too intense, causing her hair to become undone and her dark tresses lazily scattered across the bed.
He saw her alluringly red lips shimmering with moisture from his vantage point.
Even her once-tight collar appeared loose.
Her body beneath him was soft and yielding.
How could an ordinary woman possess such seductive allure? She was surely deliberate in doing so!
"It's you! Don't deny it when caught. You're good at putting up a brave front, but you've been lying in wait in bed for me. I never expected that a woman from the Noel family would be so shameless!"
"Who on earth would seduce you? Do you think I'm as blind as you? Even if all the men in the world were extinct, I would never be interested in a scoundrel like you!"
Bailey disregarded her poise, her anger flaring up at his accusatory attitude.
What kind of person was this? This wretched man only had a face worth looking at. Other than that, he was truly unreasonable!
Rory was so furious that he wanted to pull her off the bed, but he grabbed the wrong place and ended up tearing her robe.
The waistband loosened.
With a slight movement, a large part of her waist was exposed.
In the middle of her snow-white slender waist was a srnall, delicate navel.