Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, it was late April.
Andre III still had not appeared in public. He had merely resumed court assemblies, with the imperial throne screened off by curtains to isolate him from everyone else.
During this time, Ron received permission to enter the palace and visit his nominal father.
Mia and Soven accompanied him.
The moment they saw Andre III, all three were visibly startled.
Compared to Andre III's formerly imposing image as a middle-aged man, the current Andre III, with a head full of white hair and deeply sunken eye sockets, looked utterly decrepit.
Ron asked after him with concern and inquired about what had happened at the time, but Andre III was unwilling to say much. He merely looked at the three of them with deep, unfathomable eyes.
After staring deeply at Ron's forehead for a long moment, Andre III waved a hand and had the guards escort the three of them out.
This left Ron riddled with doubts for quite some time.
It felt as though this nominal father of his had not been injured by the assassination itself, but had developed some problem with his body?
Or had he been poisoned during the assassination, or suffered some other aftereffects, which was why he had become like this?
He looked as though he could ascend to heaven at any moment...
Given Andre III's current condition, even if he kept himself hidden from outsiders for a long time, all kinds of speculation would surely spread like wildfire.
The other three princes, who had not shown much reaction to their father's assassination before, were immediately unable to sit still after learning that Andre III's health had shown no improvement.
Even Ron felt a sense of crisis. He keenly noticed an unsettling