Chapter 213

Episode 32: Young and Rich, Tall and Handsome(1)

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Nephther’s health was recovering smoothly.

Aristine sat down next to him and stirred the soup to cool it before handing it over.

However, Nephther didn’t seem to want to pick up the spoon.

He was silently staring at Aristine.

“Your Majesty?”

“It aches.”

“Do you feel uncomfortable? Should I call the royal doctor?”

“No, my hands just won’t move.”

Aristine tilted her head, “Your Majesty’s illness shouldn’t affect your hand, should it?”

“Ugh, my hand......”

Nephther suddenly frowned and gave a soft groan.

Aristine was startled and grew flustered.

“I knew it; I should call the royal doctor and...”

“No need. I just need to eat to regain my strength and I’ll be able to move.”

Nephther immediately stopped her.

‘Don’t tell me...’

Feeing suspicious, Aristine scooped out a spoonful of soup and held it in front of Nephther.

Nephther opened his mouth like he had been waiting for that.

Tarkan looked at his father despicably.

The seasoned politician who never exposed his health condition and never said he was sick even if he was. That same person was saying what? His hand hurt?

But Nephther was shamelessly confident.

This was a patient’s privilege.

On the contrary, he looked at Tarkan as if to say, ‘Are you jealous? If you’re jealous, say you’re sick too.’

Tch.

Tarkan clicked his tongue and turned his head away.

“Rineh, I heard you saved my life.”

“Of course. I did save you.”

Aristine grinned.

It wasn’t false, she really did save him.

After all, in the future shown through the Monarch’s Sight, Nephther met his demise.

Aristine proudly puffed out her chest.

It wasn’t good to disturb a sick patient for too long.

Nephther looked regretful but nodded his head.

“Okay, go on. Tarkan, I have something to discuss with you, stay behind.”

Tarkan, who was planning on leaving with his wife raised a brow, but the other party was the king.

“Then I shall take my leave first.”

Even as his wife said that, he couldn’t hold her back.

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Crash—!

The sound of furniture breaking was deafening.

For days on end, there were streams of endless outbursts in the Queen’s palace.

All the court ladies tried to watch their master’s mood and tiptoed around, not daring to raise their heads.

But they couldn’t escape the fumes of the Queen, who was venting her anger.

“P-Please forgive me, Your Majesty!”

“How can I forgive you when you’re making light of me with this ridiculous failure of a tea!”

“I’m sorry, Your Majesty. Please have mercy...”

It was just brewed tea but it was deemed unpalatable, resulting in the barrage.

But even if it was unfair, she had no choice but to beg. Even though she knew that the queen wouldn’t forgive her.

Right then, a soft voice rang out. A voice of salvation.

“Royal mother.”

“...Hamill.”

The Queen turned to her son who had just entered the room.

“It seems I’ve let you witness an unseemly sight.”

“Whoever disturbed Royal Mother’s mood is at fault.”

Her heart felt a little relieved when her son sided with her.

The Queen gave a heavy snort before strolling past the court lady who lay prostrated on the floor.

“Clean every single speck till I get back.”

“Yes, Your Majesty the Queen.”

Since they couldn’t chat in a messy room, the Queen headed out of the room. Hamill stood by her side, escorting her.

“As expected, Mother is merciful.”

At those words, the Queen’s lips curled slightly. She didn’t mind hearing such words.

The more the Queen raised a commotion, the more Hamill heard about it. Every time that happened, many court ladies relied on him, claiming that he had a gentle and thoughtful nature.

‘How annoying.’

Despite thinking that, Hamill smiled at the Queen.

The two of them walked down the sun-filled hallway to the tearoom.