Thus, Shien headed to the royal palace, intending to have Roxie take him to see the Old Demon Faction prisoners.
Then Shien came out of the royal palace cursing under his breath.
"What the hell is this supposed to be?"
Shien could not help swearing.
It could not be helped.
Over the past five minutes, the Teleportation he had targeted at Roxie's bedroom had malfunctioned again, sending him barging into several places he should not have entered.
Perhaps the proper Princess and His Majesty the King's concubines could no longer satisfy Teleportation's appetite. This time, every place Shien teleported to was either the bedroom or bathhouse of some Princess from a collateral branch of the royal family.
Thinking of all that snow-white skin and those lovely curves, Shien did not exactly feel like he had lost out, but his frustration outweighed everything else.
"Once or twice would be one thing, but every single time? There's definitely something wrong."
It was not just Teleportation. Whenever he tried to personally head to Roxie's bedroom, various circumstances would make him run into sights he should not have seen, disrupting his journey.
If that was not suspicious, not even Shien himself would believe it, let alone anyone else.
And over the past few days, Roxie had not come to see him even once. That was clearly abnormal.
"If I hadn't gone to see her for this many days before, she'd definitely have come looking to settle the score. But now she's so quiet, like she hasn't made a single move."
Shien narrowed his eyes.
He felt as though he had found the truth.
"In this damned situation, no other power could interfere. Only the authority to manipulate fate could do it."
All right, Shien got it.
And the moment he understood that, blazing fury