Watching Qianxi put on such an affected display, Samlet could not help but shudder. He then spoke sternly:
"Stop spouting this useless nonsense. Last time, you did not reveal my affairs, so I will not make things difficult for you this time.
"If you truly hate your King Father as much as you claim, then help me find out whether the Attendants of the Consecration Institute have all been transferred away by him."
As Samlet spoke to Qianxi, his other hand brushed over the top of her head, beginning to use a forbidden battle technique from the Demigod Temple to forcibly twist her thoughts.
At first, Qianxi hesitated, wanting to soften Samlet's view of her King Father. After all, she truly had thought of marrying Samlet.
However, as Samlet twisted her thoughts, hatred for her King Father began to grow within her heart.
Though that hatred was extremely slight, it was like the weight that broke the balance of a scale, instantly stirring up every cold-blooded and despicable thing her King Father had done in Qianxi's memories.
Although Samlet had made Qianxi begin to hate her King Father, without harming her brain and turning her into a true slave of thought, this was the most he could do.
Qianxi still had her masochistic tendencies toward Samlet. Especially now that she had turned her King Father into an enemy in her heart, her dependence on Samlet had become even heavier.
"Yes, my master. This servant will certainly handle the task you assigned."
Seeing Qianxi as docile as a little cat made Samlet extremely uncomfortable. At the same time, the backyard had been quiet for far too long, so he needed to prepare to leave.
"Remember, if you find out anything and it is confirmed, have the maids place a cedar tree