“Isn’t it ti to die even by mistake?”
Lyle turned his head and frowned irritably.
The news from the panicking servant was that the empress had attempted suicide again.
It’s already the eighth ti.
As always, the queen only “attempted suicide” and was fine.
I’d rather she die already.
It was Emperor Lyle who would be in the most difficulty if dea died, but he was exhausted to that extent.
From rolling on the stairs, falling from a horse to tumbling into a pond accident. Falling frequently seed to be a hobby at this point. Even jumping off a running carriage…
Honestly, in Lyle’s eyes, it was a curious miracle that dea was still alive and not dead.
Did he say you fell off the balcony on the second floor this ti? It’ll break your neck if you fall.
Seeing that there was no ntion of the empress’s death from the servant’s mouth, she seed safe again, but the servants only looked around without saying a word, “Your Majesty… shouldn’t you go see her?”
Lyle picked up the bow irritably. Sothing was moving in the distance between the bushes. It seems to be a deer in size and form.
“I haven’t heard of it yet,” Lyle said, and his servants looked at each other.
Lyle didn’t even spare a glance at the frozen servant.
“If you don’t want to replace that deer, you’d better ta your mouth.” The attendant quickly bowed, covering his mouth.
Lyle held his arrow to the bow and aid at the deer in the distance.
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