The grand and magnificent royal pce stood as the sun set in the west. It was a symbol of power and wealth, with one pce connected to another.


    Looking around, the circr towers and arched windows seemed to narrate the oldest stories of the ce. A nearby garden bloomed with various precious flowers, vibrant and colorful, filling the air with a sweet fragrance that drifted with the wind.


    The radiant glow of the setting sun brought visual delight to the onlookers. Walking side by side with his eldest son, the king’s mood naturally improved. Gazing at the sunset on the horizon, he didn’t know how much longer he would live, but he had a firm conviction to expose the killer.


    He couldn’t let the culprit continue to harm his son after his death.


    “Father, ire is my girlfriend,” Rowan said, walking a distance and making sure no one else was around.


    Bertie was taken aback by the revtion and took a while to recover, looking at him incredulously. “You’re in love?”


    “Yes,” Rowan nodded. The father and son locked eyes and continued walking towards the garden without stopping their steps.


    Soon, the king understood. “So, I can trust her unconditionally, right?”


    “Yes,” Rowan affirmed. “But her identity cannot be revealed yet.”


    “I understand, for her safety,” the king asked, “What about the Arabian doctor? Can we trust him?”


    “It’s not clear yet. Although Ivan found him, he also had contact with Queen Katharine…” Rowan nced at his father. “Let’s be cautious for now.”


    “What can I do for ire?” the king asked.


    Rowan replied, “Food. We should thoroughly investigate the food and see if there’s any poison. She should have her own n, so observe and cooperate ordingly.”


    “Okay,” the king understood what he needed to do.


    After about half an hour, Rowan apanied the king back to the pce. During their walk, Rowan had only revealed ire’s identity to his father. Another reason he had was to prevent his father from making any more inappropriate moves.


    By the end of the night, the king showed no signs of suspicion or unusual behavior towards ire after meeting Rowan. Everything seemed normal.


    The next morning, as soon as ire woke up, she had a bold idea. She sneaked into the kitchen alone, intending to collect some of the king’s meals and check for any issues. She knew she had to start from the source.


    “Where is Miss Russell?” the Arabian doctor asked the servants in the hall as he descended the stairs. His Chinese was not very proficient, but he remained calm and smiled gently as he inquired.


    Since the first consultation with the king was about to begin, which was arranged at thest minute, ire had not received any notificationst night.


    At that moment, the king happened toe out, having vaguely heard the doctor’s question. “She went to see her brother. What’s the matter?”Content from N?velDr(a)ma.Org.


    The Arabian doctor didn’t fully understand the meaning behind his words due to his poor Chinese, but he remainedposed, bowed to the king, and wished him good morning.


    Apanied by Eden and Arthur, the king walked towards the private dining room.


    In the heart of the kitchen, while no one was around, ire slipped in and immediately noticed the sumptuous breakfast prepared for the king. She quickly took out a few handkerchiefs from her pocket and gently wiped along the edges of the bowls, inadvertently getting some liquid on the fabric. For solid foods, she took a small portion from the bottom.


    Remaining calm andposed, ire’s hands moved swiftly, without any hesitation or distractions. Her sole focus was to save time and uncover the truth.


    Within seconds, shepleted the sampling and put the handkerchiefs back into her pocket. At that moment, no one else had entered the kitchen.


    Everything seemed to be going smoothly. However, as she was about to leave, footsteps approached, causing her to pause.