"Oskar, my child, how are you feeling?" Empress Victoria asked, her face full of concern. As Oscar's mother, she had not liked him at first. Like Wilhelm II, she had favored her eldest son, Crown Prince Wilhelm. However, as Oscar's performance grew increasingly outstanding and he never forgot to send her gifts from time to time, her impression of him had changed greatly.
"Mother Empress, I feel much better. It's just that the wound still hurts a little, and I have no strength in my body." Oscar's face was somewhat pale, a lingering effect of excessive blood loss. After being shot, he had lost a great deal of blood.
"Oscar, you are a man, a fine one at that. Scars are the medals on a man's body. How could a real man go without a few scars?" Wilhelm II said.
This was already the second day since Oscar had regained consciousness. Only now had Wilhelm II and Empress Victoria come to visit him. Their status meant they could not remain at the hospital like the parents of an ordinary family.
Oscar shook his head with a bitter smile. "Father Emperor, I would much rather this scar had been left on the battlefield, rather than from a despicable and shameless assassination attempt like this!"
Oscar was equally furious about nearly losing his life to an assassination. Anyone faced with such a situation would probably have been enraged!
After waking up, Oscar had also been secretly pondering who had sent the assassin after him. No matter how he considered it, Crown Prince Wilhelm remained the most suspicious. However, without evidence, he could not voice his suspicions. Otherwise, people would gossip about him suspecting the Crown Prince.
Yet this incident had also sounded a warning for Oscar: from now on, he had to