"What, Rashev actually..."
Rashev—the White Rose Noble Son's name. At this moment, he had already been sent back to Dream Castle in the Theme Park.
It was naturally a place for visitors, especially children, to play. However, after Princess Anle chose to have afternoon tea here, it had been closed off.
Rashev had not been brought directly before Princess Anle, of course. He had merely been delivered to the male attendants.
Looking at Rashev, whose face had been horribly disfigured and one eye had been blown apart, unconscious—and deeply unconscious at that—the corners of several male attendants' mouths were about to twitch uncontrollably.
In the deep palace, competing for favor was incredibly brutal. The slightest carelessness could lead to ruin... A few days ago, one of Empress Fenghua's male pets had died because of the struggle for favor, and his death had been entirely in vain.
"Rashev, how did you end up like this, my good friend? Tell me, who did this... Ahahaha, I'll definitely, definitely thank him properly!"
Because Princess Anle favored him for being so good at biting... or rather, carrying roses in his mouth, she was still rather fond of this White Rose Noble Son.
But Princess Anle's "love" was limited. If one person received more, someone else naturally received less. Thus, while the unconscious White Rose Noble Son lay there, his remaining eye was suddenly plucked out.
The terrifying pain caused Rashev, who was in a deep coma, to instinctively wake in agony.
"Ah, my eye, my eye... Who? Who?!"
His screams rang out, but soon another kind of agony, painful enough to make him ascend to heaven on the spot, came from below his abdomen... It was said to surpass the pain of childbirth!
"Ah!!!! Who... who!!! Is it you?! Fesaro!!!" Rashev curled up and