Little Little Little Little Little Fly

"Dear, it's time for your medicine!"
The beautiful and pure Holy Daughter brought over the medicine for treating his wounds.
On this day, he saw betrayal with his own eyes and experienced despair with his soul...
From this day forth, the Hero was dead, send paper offerings if you must!

Hero? Are You Worthy?

Wozworth frowned slightly but remained silent.


"He didn't even extend a handshake or embrace to Princess Antasia, or tell her himself that she was to stay at the Luori Mansion before leaving."


"Do you know what the Luori Mansion is? It's a neighborhood inn in the Civilian District, with over thirty rooms on one floor and a shared public toilet... Your Majesty, is this how we treat a princess from another country?"


Wozworth's breathing became hurried, and his expression turned foul. He truly hadn't known these details and felt it was excessive to humiliate a foreign princess to such a degree, even by his standards.


Moreover, this was different from the intelligence he had received... Wozworth's gaze grew dangerous as he suspected that some of his own informants had been infiltrated by his son.


"Your Majesty, would you wish for your future daughter-in-law to stay in such a filthy place, sharing a toilet with dozens of civilians in the rooms?"


Chapter 142: Headshot (1)_3