Chapter 85
Emmett’s knees were touching the cold marble of the Sun Room. Next to him, he could see the bloodied corpse of a servant whose breath had ceased.
‘He seems to be in a bad mood.’
August would vent his anger on servants like this whenever he was even slightly displeased. When even the servants who had applied to the imperial palace for money began to run away every night, unable to endure the Emperor’s tyranny, the soldiers strengthened their guard even more thoroughly to prevent their escape.
As a result, the imperial palace inevitably became a prison filled with people who had been brought in with their lives mortgaged for money. There was even a saying that the soldiers in Bysight Palace existed to prevent internal fugitives rather than external intruders.
While he was silent, August’s voice finally fell from above.
“So, did you finish the wedding safely?”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
It was August’s habit to start with other topics before getting to the main point. It was also proof that he was maintaining at least minimal rationality.
“Did you have a good wedding night?”
Although he felt disgusted by August’s snickering laughter, Emmett suppressed his anger and answered. Patience was his greatest weapon.
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“Well, you’ve fallen for a young and pretty woman in the end...”