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.

grip on her wrist, to the extent of crushing

the king's bedroom in Luna Palace, Cynthia stayed by Mikhail's

time with

Mikhail sat frowning on his bed, he exuded an aura that

massage to help him relax, he

“Your Majesty?”

give me a massage.” Mikhail

evening, Cynthia felt as if she had been stabbed right in her heart. “Your Majesty,

to that woman is

Cynthia was the most

her true nature, for she knew better than anyone else who Mikhail truly cared for. It wasn't her, Frieda, or

first crush was someone

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

“Get lost!”

of screaming in pain, Cynthia simply sneered,

woman, or anyone who's related to her, the only person

sooner had Mikhail told Cynthia to get lost than he shoved her hand aside. After staggering backward,

Cynthia's departure, Mikhail got up from his bed and flicked what looked like a switch for the

meters was revealed on the north wall of the royal bedroom. As

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

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