Chapter 107: The Secret of Slave (I)
"Your Majesty," he groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Do you ever sleep through the night like a normal person?"
Primrose smiled without a hint of guilt. "I can’t help it. I always wake up in the middle of the night."
Salem inhaled deeply, clearly trying to stay patient.
He wanted to say it was probably because she slept too much during the day, but he kept it to himself. Instead, he asked in a calmer tone, "What do you need this time?"
Primrose pointed toward the storage room. "This young woman said she might’ve poisoned the kitchen supplies. Could you take a look?"
Salem frowned. "Why not just toss everything out? And her ... can’t we just throw her in the dungeon?"
He really wasn’t hiding his irritation tonight. [Why does she always call me in the middle of the night over things like this? I can’t even sleep in peace anymore.]
Why was he so dramatic? Primrose had only disturbed him in the middle of the night twice—this included—so it wasn’t that often.
Besides, according to some of the maids, they sometimes saw light coming from his room past midnight.
So why was he blaming her?! She was the one who let him live in the palace rent-free, eating well, and enjoying all kinds of luxury!
"That’s because I don’t believe she actually poisoned anything," Primrose said, gesturing to the food on the table, some of which had clearly been eaten. "I’m still alive after eating it."