If it weren't for the fact that she's a woman, I would want to blow her away right now.
None of them is a fool. Just now, Prince Bandeli wasn't intending to kill the young king.
Does he have a gun? A knife? He has none of those.
Windsor's actions are too deliberate and suspicious.
It seems more like she's eager to silence him.
Kang Chen's eyes were fixed on the young king, his facial expressions changing swiftly and elusively, making it difficult to capture anything specific, but one thing was certain: he was uneasy, and he felt guilty.
After all, he was only an eighteen-year-old boy, and he had been thoroughly forgotten these past few days. No one had taught him anything. Even if he was born with deep scheming, he still couldn't learn how to disguise well at this moment.
When Qi Jiu had beaten Windsor half to death, Qi Jiu slowly opened the door: "Qi Jiu, stop beating for now."
Qi Jiu stopped, "Kang Chen, I feel that this matter isn't that simple."
