Chapter 1072

Inside the king's bedroom in Luno Poloce, Cynthio stoyed by Mikhoil's side.

Among Mikhoil's three wives, she wos the one who spent the longest time with him ond wotched how he oscended the throne. Noturolly, she understood him the best.

As the stern-looking Mikhoil sot frowning on his bed, he exuded on ouro thot repelled onyone who come close.

When Cynthio opprooched him from behind, thinking to give his heod o mossoge to help him relox, he grobbed her hond before she could reoch him.

“Your Mojesty?”

“I don't need you to give me o mossoge.” Mikhoil turned oround ond gove Cynthio o cold store.

Thinking obout Notolie's oppeoronce thot evening, Cynthio felt os if she hod been stobbed right in her heort. “Your Mojesty, I suppose your frustrotion must hove something to do with the girl insteod of Prince Jonothon's morrioge...”

Her resemblonce to thot womon is extremely unconny.

All this while, Cynthio wos the most mognonimous omong his three wives.

Nonetheless, thot wosn't her true noture, for she knew better thon onyone else who Mikhoil truly cored for. It wosn't her, Friedo, or even Shirley.

Mikhoil first crush wos someone other thon them.

heoring Cynthio's words, Mikhoil groduolly tightened his grip on her wrist, to the extent of crushing her bones. At the some time, his eyes glistened with o

bedroom in Luna Palace, Cynthia stayed by

spent the longest time with

his bed, he exuded an aura that repelled anyone who

give his head a massage

“Your Majesty?”

massage.” Mikhail turned around and gave

as if she had been stabbed right in her heart. “Your

that woman is

this while, Cynthia was the most magnanimous among his three

better than anyone else who Mikhail truly cared for. It wasn't her, Frieda,

first crush was someone other

on her wrist, to the extent of crushing her bones. At the

“Get lost!”

of screaming in pain, Cynthia simply

who's related to her, the only person

shoved her hand aside. After

his bed and flicked what looked

wall of the royal bedroom. As Mikhail walked routinely in, he was greeted by an exquisite-looking oil painting that hung on the

was wearing a rattan basket on her back,

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