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.

extent of

Luna

the longest time with him

sat frowning on his bed, he exuded an aura

give his head a massage to help him relax, he grabbed her hand

“Your Majesty?”

you to give me a massage.” Mikhail turned around and

in her heart. “Your Majesty, I suppose your frustration must have something to do with the

resemblance to that

Cynthia was the most magnanimous

than anyone else who Mikhail truly cared

first crush was

Cynthia's words, Mikhail gradually tightened his grip on her wrist, to the extent of crushing her bones. At the same time, his eyes glistened

“Get lost!”

pain, Cynthia simply

to her, the only person who has a

Mikhail told Cynthia to get lost than he shoved her hand aside.

departure, Mikhail got up from his bed and flicked what looked like

the sound of a click, a secret room of more than twenty square meters was revealed on the north wall of the royal bedroom. As Mikhail walked routinely in, he was

that painting was a young girl, who was wearing a rattan basket on her back, kneeling among the bushes. She was

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