Inside a lavish residence on the west side of Osen City's City God Temple.
Charles, the Empire's First Prince, was at that moment pressing a plump, beautiful woman onto the table, thrusting vigorously from behind. The woman's pale, fleshy buttocks swayed as she enjoyed Charles's pounding like a bitch in heat.
After a while, Charles's legs trembled as he let out a loud cry, his whole body going soft as cotton as he collapsed directly onto the woman, moaning, "Baby, you're so enchanting!"
"Your Highness, First Prince, you must help with my brother's matter!" The woman lay there without moving, letting Charles continue groping her body, and said in a sickly sweet whisper.
"Don't worry, the entire Empire will be mine in the future, those little matters are naturally nothing!" Charles chuckled lewdly as he took a pill from his Spatial Ring, intending to swallow it and go another round.
Just then, a strange sound suddenly echoed through the room. Charles's expression changed, and he immediately put the pill away, quickly pulling up his pants, and said hurriedly, "I have proper business, leave quickly!"
Hearing this, the woman hastily pulled up the clothes that had slipped to her knees, and without a word left through the side door, vanishing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
After the strange sound faded, Grand Duke Ashburn, gaunt of face and exceptionally tall, barged directly in. Glancing at Charles, Ashburn said with displeasure, "At a time like this, you still have the mood for debauchery."
"Sorry, Uncle. How did it go?" Charles appeared very humble before Ashburn, lowering his head to honestly admit his mistake, and asked in return.
"It failed. Of the assassins 'Phantom Shadow' sent, one was captured alive, and all the rest were killed." Ashburn's face was gloomy