"You scoundrel!" Fressia was furious when she heard those words, her anger flaring up instantly.
"Did you just call me a scoundrel?"
Oslo sneered. "You know how I feel about you. I don't even mind that you're twice-married, yet you still refuse me. You're really ungrateful! If I can't have your heart, then I'll take your body first!"
As he spoke, he lunged at Fressia.
"Get away from me!"
Fressia was both furious and frightened. If it weren't for the Bone-Melting Powder in her system, her cultivation alone would have been enough to kill Oslo with a single strike. But in her current state, she was powerless to resist.
Oslo tore off one of Fressia's sleeves, revealing her fair, delicate arm.
"You bastard! I'll kill you!" Fressia cursed in rage, her eyes blazing with anger, though fear overshadowed her expression.
Just as Oslo was about to force himself on her, a sharp voice suddenly sounded from outside the door, "Your Highness, the king has summoned you to the palace immediately."
Oslo was extremely displeased. He despised being interrupted at moments like this. He wanted to ignore it, but disobeying a direct order was a serious matter.
He had a few brothers who were eyeing his position as the crown prince, and if they found any reason to undermine him, they would take him down without hesitation.
Reluctantly, he let go of Fressia. "Stay put and wait for my return. Tonight, I'll make sure to take good care of you."
"Freaking bastard!" Fressia seethed while grinding her teeth in anger. She wished she could tear him apart.
Shortly after Oslo left, there was a sudden thud outside the door, followed by the sound of the door being pushed open. Fressia looked out and saw that all the guards stationed outside had collapsed on the ground.
The intruder was a woman in her early 40s.



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