"Try not to worry yourself too much. Rolando may be a cold man, but he is by no means a vicious man," Harper said slowly. "There is a saying that all emperors are unfaithful and fickle, but they are also affectionate."

A wry smile crept onto Lucas' face. What Harper said sounded contradictory and ironic. Emperors were fickle because they would soon abandon a woman they had just doted on; emperors were affectionate because they would fall in love with multiple women at the same time but such affections didn't last long.

"I'll be taking my leave now, Aunt Harper."

The receding back of Lucas seemed so lonely. Seeing that, Harper helplessly shook her head and blurted out, "He is another hair-splitter."

"Your Highness, why did you say that?"

"I guess he must have been irritated by Prince Francis. As a result, he has no clue what he's supposed to do for the time being. And the younger sister who has grown up by his side is going to marry someone far away from him for political reas

ing. Are you thirsty? Here, have some tea."

But Matthew didn't accept the cup of tea. Instead, he asked in a menacing tone, "Are you going to give me a divorce agreement?"

"Your Highness, are you going to take a concubine?" Harper curiously asked.

"I said I would never take any concubine!"

"Have you fallen in love with another woman?"

"I am a devoted husband!"

"That's it. You haven't fallen in love with any other woman, nor are you going to take any concubine. With that, how could I give you a divorce agreement? Of course I will live happily with you as always!" Harper placed the cup of tea by his mouth. "Have some tea, darling. You must have had a hard time in the imperial court session. I have asked the chef to prepare your favorite dishes as a reward for you."

In just the blink of an eye, the darkness on Matthew's face disappeared completely. Seeing that, Barry helplessly covered his face with his hands, thinking that there was no cure for what Prince Matthew had.