It was actually the First Prince, Charles!
Han Shuo glanced sidelong at him, and a thought suddenly occurred to him. Lawrence owns the Rose Garden, and the guards and mages around here should all obey that murderous Bolands. The First Prince, Charles, came here for pleasure, completely unaware that he has entered a tiger's den. If Lawrence could secure his master Carola's support, couldn't he kill Charles without anyone knowing?
"Haha, very good, very good." Charles first laughed smugly, then his smile vanished, and he sneered coldly. "You'd better give up that idea before you even know what killed you."
After saying this, Charles added in a low, provocative voice, "Little bastard!"
"Let's go have some fun." Turning away, Charles laughed loudly and left with the flatterers behind him, no longer looking at Lawrence.
His face twisted with anger, Lawrence clenched both fists so tightly that the veins stood out on the backs of his hands. His entire body trembled uncontrollably, his eyes blazed with murderous intent, and he glared viciously at Charles's departing back. Even his breathing grew much heavier.
Judging by Lawrence's behavior, he seemed liable to erupt at any moment. Han Shuo genuinely feared that he would lose control and risk everything to fight Charles to the death.
For an illegitimate son, there was no insult more vicious than "bastard." When that venomous insult came from the person he hated most, its impact immediately increased tenfold. No wonder even the calculating Lawrence had nearly lost control.
Patting Lawrence's shoulder, Han Shuo consoled him. "Let it go. We'll settle this grudge sooner or later. There's no need to rush."
"I'll kill him myself. I swear I'll kill him myself..." Lawrence muttered through gritted teeth, his face contorted.
"Oh, isn't that Mr. Aubrey and Mr. Cameron?" The Rose Garden