1913: C1913 Don't Trust Him?

C1913 Don't Trust Him?

The palace maid's originally smiling face retracted the moment she saw Yinina.

The queen's appearance was really too terrifying. She even felt that it was difficult for her to breathe and lowered her head, "Reporting to the queen, His Highness Crown Prince agreed and the words were just transmitted over."

Yinina's face, which was as calm as a devil, was finally filled with a rare layer of joy.

This was the best news that she had obtained in the past two days.

She suddenly turned around, "What? Agreed?"

It was as if he had answered his own question. "Okay, okay. You should hurry up and make arrangements. You know what to do, right?"

Her thin red lips were filled with incomparable pride and joy. She turned around and left seductively, walking towards the bedroom. Her movements were like that of a terrifying vixen.

However, that was a vixen who had an unexpected appearance.

Patrie, just wait. So what if you're smart and capable?

If you die, the throne can only belong to Polikor.

This matter could suppress that damn and arrogant senior monk, letting him know that not everyone could threaten Yinina.

Challenging her!

It just so happened to tell him that he could replace anyone.

At this moment, the eminent monk who lived in Patrie's palace had indeed received news that Yinina wanted to invite a lot of famous doctors over.

Although Patrie had just informed the Queen about this matter, he was the first to "tell" the eminent monk.

When the eminent monk heard this news, he was so angry that he smashed the medicine in his hand.

He grimaced in pain as he looked at the dark night sky with bloodshot eyes.

There was no wind today, and the snow had stopped for several days. The snow outside was very thin. The snow on the evergreen tree had almost fallen. Occasionally, the snow would fall from the gaps of the tree, scaring the sleeping bug.

He had clearly done as the Queen had said. Moreover, once the poison was released, the poisoned person would not be able to turn the situation around. What a good plan. This damn woman did not trust him.

What was even more infuriating was that this Patrie did not trust him either?

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He was, after all, a famous senior monk. Being looked down upon like this had caused the anger in the senior monk's heart to increase exponentially.

He couldn't care less about the dark night. He quickly walked over and knocked on the door of Patrie's bedroom.

Patrie had yet to fall asleep. When he heard the knocking, he covered his eyes with a fierce look and asked, "Who is it?"

The guard at the door politely replied, "Your Highness, it is an eminent monk who has an urgent matter to discuss with you. I cannot stop him."

How could he not stop him? It was Patrie who had specifically instructed that when an eminent monk came to look for him, he would let them inform him.

"Alright, bring him to the guest room."

His voice was deep and cold.

He slowly sat up, and the corners of his mouth curled into a shallow arc.

When this news was released, he had already guessed that this imposter would come to find him, but he didn't expect that this imposter would come so quickly.

It was good that he came. Now that he was already the abandoned son of Yinina, that venomous woman, he could make use of him.

After dressing up, he strode to a rather decent guest room.0

The eminent monk was still wearing a golden kasaya. Beside him stood a maid. However, there was not a cup of tea or a mouthful of water.

The senior monk was obviously sitting on the leather sofa angrily, as if he was dissatisfied with Patrie's harsh treatment.

When he saw that Patrie had arrived, he purposely knocked the table beside him. The table was knocked away, creating a loud noise. He secretly expressed his dissatisfaction.

Patrie had seen it all, but he didn't intend to pay any attention to the senior monk.

He was clearly just a divine doctor who knew a little about medicine. Did he really think that he was a divine doctor?

Sure enough, when he said that there were some lies that he had said, it would become "true."

"Your Highness."

The maid bowed and took the initiative to tidy up the sofa for Patrie before he sat down.

The eminent monk was stunned.

He didn't understand that he was angry!

The maid quickly served him a cup of hot milk. Patrie took a sip. The senior monk was dumbfounded. He had been arrogant just now, but now he felt a little uneasy.

His azure eyes slightly moved. Could it be that he...

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