"Your Highness, I apologize but your humble servant doesn't understand."

"I think the emperor knows it very well. Anyone who becomes associated with the Bu Clan would eventually be loyal to him since the clan has supported him for years. This has been the Bu Clan's custom so they wouldn't just be able to survive but maintain their status in the society. They will never favor any prince and will always be loyal to the emperor. The only reason why the emperor would ask Francis to be associated with the Bu Clan on purpose is to intentionally fool others. The Bu Clan also knows this and Francis knows it too. I'm quite sure that the only one who is unaware is Felix," Matthew patiently explained with eyes as dark as the night.

Felix had lived in comfort all his life. Even though he had dealt with Hoffman, he was still too young to be taken out of his bubble. Guidance from the empress didn't help him as well. He only became more close-minded. On the contrary, Francis, who had not been valued in such high regard, had at least gained the support of Sherry and her family. Moreover, Francis was intelligent. If it were not for his poor health, the emperor would have made him the crown prince instead of giving the position to Felix for so long.

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sometimes smile while looking at them. For the past few days that the secret guard had been with Francis, he figured that instead of the belly, Francis was actually stabbed in the head by the assassin. The prince was acting so weird, as if he had injured his brain.

"Do you think this sugar figurine that I made is beautiful?" Francis asked the secret guard.

The latter looked at it carefully before saying, "Yes, it's beautiful."

"Does it look like a person?" Francis asked again. Although the secret guard couldn't see the face of the sculpture that clearly, he could tell that it was a woman.

"Yes," he briefly responded.

"Who does it look like?"

"It looks like a woman," the guard honestly said. He didn't know who it looked like except that it looked like a woman.

All of a sudden, the expression on Francis' face changed. He then ordered, "You can leave now."

"Yes, please excuse me."

Francis carefully put the sugar figurine aside and continued to make the next one. He had made countless sugar figurines by then, and his skills had gotten better and better. However, when he looked at the figurines he made, he was still unhappy with them. He hadn't seen that person for a long time but now, she was finally on her way back.