"This batch of Blood Honey Potion seems a little off." The King looked at the blood-red potion in his hand, instinctively sensing that something was wrong.
For instance, its color seemed deeper than before. It had been blood-red originally, but this particular shade of red filled him with unease.
More importantly, if the Queen did not act soon, then today would be the day she "died suddenly of illness."
Thus, this was not merely the last Blood Honey Potion he would take—it was also the Queen's final opportunity.
Yet she was imprisoned here, and the only place she could make a move was through this Blood Honey Potion. Therefore, this potion was the greatest suspect.
"Perhaps. If Your Majesty the King is afraid, I can test it for poison on your behalf." The Queen smiled, snatched the Blood Honey Potion from the King's hand, and immediately took a small sip.
"Half."
Just as the Queen was about to hand the Blood Honey Potion to the King, he spoke again.
Upon hearing this, the Queen said nothing. She drank again until only half the bottle remained, then handed it back to him.
This time, the King accepted it, but did not drink it immediately. Instead, he simply waited in silence.
Who knew whether the Queen would drag him down with her? After all, the King knew what he had done. It was only natural for her to hate him.
He had never demanded that the Queen generously accept his violence or forgive his suspicion. To the King, the Queen was merely a tool for extending his lifespan.
The previous one had been so, this one was the same, and the next one would be no different.
Of course, that was assuming he could find another woman who met his requirements. Otherwise,