So he quickly snapped out of Bai Mengling's beauty.
"Why are you here?"
The King asked in an equally cold tone.
Bai Mengling raised her beautiful eyes slightly, a flash of surprise passing through them before vanishing in an instant.
Because the original king had never spoken to her in that tone.
"I heard something happened to you, so I came to take a look."
Bai Mengling's voice was pleasant—not too high or low, neither light nor heavy, and very comfortable to listen to.
"Why? Were you surprised to hear about my accident?"
Mirai asked probing questions as he strode toward Bai Mengling.
She smelled nice.
Bai Mengling's body carried a distinctive fragrance.
It smelled pleasant without being overpowering. There was no perfume like it on the market.
It was like a blend of some high-end perfume and her unique natural scent.
The King had only moved a little closer, yet the fragrance seemed to drift into his nostrils on its own.
One could imagine how inferior anyone would feel in front of Bai Mengling.
She was so perfect that no flaw could be found.
"How presumptuous!"
The King walked over with a threatening air, a sheathed sword at his side.
The scabbard was exquisitely ornate and studded with gemstones.
However, that was not the point. The key was that the man carrying the sword was named Lang Yi.
Not only was he well-proportioned, he was also the captain of the Royal Guard. Put simply, he was Bai Mengling's bodyguard.
Mirai had never liked the sight of him.
Someone who was not even royalty got to stay by Bai Mengling's side every day.
Whenever Lang Yi saw the King, there had never been the slightest hint of respect in his eyes. Though he still performed formal salutes, those empty, insincere