Chapter 158: Chapter 158: Do You Know Who She Is?
The lackey caught the Princess’s cue and bravely stood up, his voice full of force as he rebuked, “How dare you, this is…”
“Shut up, what are you?”
Randall cursed rcilessly, giving Theresa no face at all, and said directly, “Get down on your knees, there’s no princess here, only soldiers. What rank are you? Do you deserve to stand while everyone else kneels? Haven’t you noticed sothing wrong? Foolish.”
This query astonished everyone present and they deeply admired Randall’s reasoning.
Because what Randall said made too much sense, in the military, everything is based on rank. Even when each Prince joined the military, they started as soldiers, had to obey military orders, and complete their tasks.
It’s one thing for others to treat you as a princess, that’s giving you face.
But you cannot assu that in the military, your status as a princess can override everything.
Theresa clearly understood this too and could only endure, placing her hands behind her head as she knelt.
Theresa bowed her head, biting her lips hard, realizing that she had faced extre humiliation today, sothing she hadn’t felt in a very long ti.
The last ti was when she competed to accompany Flora but lost to Celia.
Furthermore, she had lost her composure, and the public image she had painstakingly maintained was tarnished, which would beco a handle for her political enemies to attack her with…
Damn it the loss was too great.
Theresa’s worries were indeed true—there was no need to wait for it to spread; the instructors and students from the three military academies present all witnessed it. If Theresa was really as people-friendly, kind, and military-loving as advertised, she should understand that in the military, obedience to orders is paramount.
She was just a second-year Military Academy student, and even with a royal title, it was inappropriate for everyone to kneel while only she stood.
Standing at this mont no longer highlighted nobility.
Celia whispered sarcastically, “True colors revealed, serves her right!”
“All Military Academy students, board the ship imdiately.”
“Yes!”
Joter reacted the fastest and walked away with Lin Fu.
The Captain of the Royal Guard imdiately tried to stop them but was blocked by the Guard Captain.
“Damn it, she’s the murderer, she cannot be allowed on board.” The Captain panicked.
“Slap!” Randall slapped the man on the shoulder, his tone dark as he spoke, “I advise you to go back and get things clear, don’t let yourself be sold like a fool and still count the money for them.”
“What do you an?” the Captain asked warily.
“What do I an? Haha…” Randall’s lips curled up in a cold sneer, “Did you know who that was just now?”
“Who?” At this, the Captain was gradually sensing sothing was amiss.
Randall lowered his voice, whispering close to the Captain’s ear, enunciating every word, “That is the wife of our Commander, the esteed Lady of the Immolus Star System. To try to kill her is akin to seeking death, a consequence not even Admiral Frank could bear.”
The last two words carried an ominous and bloody threat that sent chills down one’s spine.
The Captain’s pupils dilated, nearly losing his balance, suddenly recalling a detail he had previously overlooked.
That was, Randall, as the exclusive Guard Captain to the Commander of the Eighth Fleet and a confidant among confidants to Major General Fu Xing, was accountable only to the Supre Commander. The severity of this incident did not necessitate his involvent.
His appearance alone represented a signal.
“Go back! How this will be handled, our Commander will take care of it.”
“Thank you!”
The Captain expressed his gratitude, then took a deep breath, cald himself, and led his n away.
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