Hao Ren was actually no good at the intrigues, schemes, open struggles, and hidden conflicts within palace walls. Yes, he had read plenty of novels and watched plenty of movies and TV dramas about such things, but the events in those stories obviously couldn't be compared with reality. He also knew quite a few genuine princes, nobles, emperors, and ministers. Yet whether it was the royal court of Erem or the rulers and subjects of the Demon Empire, they clearly had their own distinctive styles. Compared with the upper echelons of the Kingdom of Taros, those highly unified governing institutions that enforced orders to the letter were obviously much more "down-to-earth."
Based solely on the fragmentary information he had heard from Veronica and what he had seen and heard at last night's banquet, Hao Ren could already infer how many tangled shadows lurked among the upper echelons of this ancient kingdom.
The atmosphere in the room grew extremely grave. Even the slow-witted Little Prince Andrew sensed that something was wrong and cautiously stopped his childish attempt to blow bubbles in his tea. Veronica's brows drew tightly together, and her eyes seemed to be brewing a ball of flame. "If that's true... this is simply horrifying! Anya, have you told Father King?"
"I didn't tell him, and there's no need to," Anya said with a slight shake of her head. "Father King is wise. He probably noticed some clues as well. Recently, the guards near Andrew's and my residences have already doubled, and some of Father King's personal guards have been added too. Clearly, he's guarding against something. It's just that 'someone tried to assassinate members of the royal family and nearly succeeded' is too shocking, and we haven't found any clues about the culprit yet. At this stage, it wouldn't