The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 260

Chapter 260: The Queen Is A Professional Liar (I)

"Is this about your health, Your Majesty?" Silas asked politely. "As I mentioned before, there’s really nothing to worry about. You should be able to walk again in just a few days."

Primrose gave him a bright, almost innocent smile. Her voice was soft and playful as she leaned forward slightly.

"Oh no, it’s not about that," she said sweetly. "Now that there are no secrets between us, I was just wondering ... do you know of any method to make slaves more obedient?"

Silas looked at her with an expression that was hard to read. Was it relief, thinking she was just another cruel noble? Or was it excitement, pleased to finally find someone who shared his twisted interests?

"I must say, I didn’t expect to hear something like that from you, Your Majesty," Silas said with a soft laugh as he refilled his teacup. "As far as I know, the Duke of Illvaris has never been known to keep slaves."

[I’ve dug into the Duke’s background many times, hoping to find some dirt, but every trail always led to a dead end.]

[But now that I know his daughter isn’t as sweet as she seems... maybe he’s just good at hiding his sins.]

Aside from secretly doing business with Edmund, Primrose honestly didn’t believe her father had done anything bad enough to become scandal-worthy for a whole decade, let alone ten.

It wasn’t that she thought her father was perfect, but every time he even considered doing something questionable, Lazarus would always mutter, "My wife would smack me in the afterlife if I tried anything stupid and bad!"

He was still so head over heels for his late wife that he truly feared sinning, not because of damnation, but because he didn’t want to lose the chance to see her again in heaven.

So no, Primrose didn’t believe her father would risk eternal separation just to indulge in cruelty.

Still, if a harmless lie could make Silas trust her more, then she would gladly play the part.

’Sorry, Father. But I know Mom would understand you’re not a bad man.’

Primrose let out a soft laugh and said, "Oh, about that ... "My father is actually very particular about keeping things quiet. He does collect slaves, but no one knows about it because they’re never seen outside the manor."

"Really?" Silas asked, clearly intrigued.

Primrose offered a delicate smile, the kind that didn’t quite reach her eyes. The kind that made people wonder if she was as sweet as she looked. "You know, keeping up appearances is part of a noble’s job or a politician’s, really."

She continued with a calm, almost casual tone, "No one needs to know that we beat our slaves to a pulp behind closed doors."

The truth?

Forget about beating slaves or even the manor’s staff because Lazarus was regularly bullied by the butler and maids for sneaking sweets and fatty foods, even though his doctors begged him to eat healthier.

Sometimes the butler would follow him around just to make sure he wasn’t secretly eating junks.

It always ended in dramatic exchanges like, "How dare you starve me when I’m the one who pays you to buy food in this place?!"

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