Chapter 12: I only know how to use that seductive look to win...
Although fighting in the palace was unbecoming, since His Majesty did not say anything, no one dared to step forward to stop it.
In his rage, Lawn was like a charging buffalo calf. Compared to him, Fu You, who was pushed to the ground, looked so lonely and pitiful.
His upper body leaned forward, his collar was lifted up, his medium-length hair, which looked like gold, fell down behind him, and he looked like an ivory bow with a full golden string.
Laun still remembered the heroic act of Fu You snatching the knife from his hand when he framed him at the banquet not long ago.
He was alert and did not restrain his strength in pulling Fu You at all.
Rude and malicious.
Laun could fully anticipate what kind of expression he would see on Fu You's face, which was so beautiful that it made him hate her.
Disgust, anger... or a combination of both?
Just as he was thinking angrily, the scattered golden hair covering Fuyou's eyelashes slowly slid down as the young man raised his head.
At the same time, a drop of hot, clear water fell on the back of Lawen's palm where the veins were bulging.
The clear touch made him suddenly stunned.
The entire palace fell into an eerie silence the moment the Earl's face was clearly seen.
As if bewitched by some rare and precious illusion, everyone's eyes showed a brief intoxication.
Fu You held Lawn's iron-like hand in his hand. He raised his eyelashes and looked at him. Warm water droplets slid down the slender and burning red corners of his eyes, dripping onto his skin, leaving a crystal clear water mark.
The beautiful earl had lost all her former dignity and pride. Her posture was extremely fragile, like a poor little snake with its seven inches pinched. She hissed and spit out the tip of her scarlet tongue, staring at the hunter with her beautiful eyes, accusing him of cruelty and arrogance.
"Why do you hate me so much, Lord Laun?" Fu You looked aggrieved, his voice full of innocent pity and confusion.
He sobbed and raised his voice, his voice trembling violently: "In this incident, I am also a victim!"
...That's right!
The other nobles around were almost instantly captivated by Fu You's beautiful tearful eyes and pitiful posture, and their originally doubtful thoughts completely shifted to the young man.
——How could Earl Beaumont, who is so weak, beautiful and noble, do such a horrific thing!
What's more, Lawen only had a suspicion and he didn't have any evidence, right?
Faced with the sudden reversal of wind direction, Lawen opened his eyes wide in horror.
The rage blazing in his chest overwhelmed the momentary trance. Lao En's expression grew even more ferocious. He tugged at Fu You again, gritting his teeth and growling, "Do you think I'll believe your nonsense?! You..."
"That's enough, Lord Longbardi."
A majestic male voice came from the throne.
It was a simple sentence, but its force was like thunder, silencing everyone in the palace.
Lawen bit his gums until they almost bled, but the imperial power was as heavy as a mountain, so he could only reluctantly let go.
Fu You didn't say anything, but instead supported himself on the ground and stood up. However, as if he had been lying there for too long, he swayed unconsciously as soon as he stood up.
A large, warm hand supported his shoulders from behind.
It was Gena standing among a group of nobles.
He seemed to be waiting for such a natural opportunity to approach Fu You. The young man looked even thinner than when they had parted not long ago, and stood as lonely as a ghostly figure in the hall.
It was just a brief physical contact, but when Gena secretly measured the thickness of Fuyou's shoulders with his palm, his face turned a little unhappy. Especially when his palm touched a wet, hot and slippery surface——
Looking at the bright red stain on his hands, a look of surprise flashed across Gena's eyes, and then he sank to the bottom. His heart skipped a beat, and he said in a low voice: "Fuyou, you..."
"Ah, don't be angry with Earl Beaumont at this time, Lord Vaughn!" The noble man who thought that Gena looked unhappy because he hated Fu You so much hurried forward and straightened Fu You's thin body.
"After all, Count Beaumont was also seriously injured in the assassination of the Grand Duke!"
...seriously injured?
Fuyou, how could that be?!
The soft touch of the cold-li flower fragrance in his arms suddenly disappeared, and Gena's heart was shocked. Fortunately, he still remembered the current situation and did not show any strange expression on his face.
However, his gaze secretly fell on Fu You's back who was being supported by someone.
The emotions in my chest are like a tsunami.
Fu You leaned weakly against the noble, his face pale, his blond hair disheveled, a pool of bright blood slowly spreading across his shoulder, and he looked extremely miserable and pitiful.
The nobleman didn't even dare to hold Fu You. One of his hands was half-placed on the earl's narrow waist, which was not much wider than his palm, through the silk dress. A thin layer of sweat seeped out of his forehead, perhaps because of nervousness or something else.
"Fuyou, put away your hypocritical face!"
Lawn glanced at the infatuated and distressed expressions of the people around him, and he knew that the wind had turned.
Damn it! Fu You, this hypocritical vixen!
Besides using that alluring look to gain sympathy, what else can he do?!
His face flushed red with rage, and he glared at Fu You with a hatred that seemed to want to skin him alive. He shouted in frustration, "Since you claim you're a victim and have nothing to do with my father's death, then explain to your majesty why my father appeared in such a place with you, without even the most basic guards?!"
Fu You did not respond, but leaned against the noble man's stiff body. Her golden eyelashes trembled twice, and another tear rolled down.
The tears dripped down his pointed chin, as if hitting the hearts of those around him, causing everyone to feel pity for him again.
——Earl Beaumont must have some difficulties!
When Lao En saw him like that, he was so angry that he almost exploded. He rushed forward a few steps, but before his palm could touch Fu You, he was stopped by the people around him.
He stared, his voice almost breaking as he shouted, "Fuyou, say something!"
"Don't ask anymore, Lord Lawn..." Fu You bit her pale lips, her face flushed with embarrassment.
Just when the atmosphere became tense again.
On the throne, His Majesty Oberia, who had seen enough of the drama, finally spoke again: "I also want to know the reason."
As if frightened by his lord's sudden order, Fu You hastily knelt down. His voice trembled along with his body, like a pitiful goldfinch crawling on the ground: "Your Majesty..."
A light laugh sounded above my head.
Obelia's fingertips stroked the golden pattern of the throne. Her expression remained gentle, but her azure eyes, like an unfathomable sea, surged towards Fu You, who was kneeling before the palace. "Are you going to disobey me, Lord Beaumont?"
…
Fu You lowered his head. No one could see his expression, but they could only see his thin back bent even lower and his body trembled again.
Poor Lord Beaumont, he must be terrified, right?
Everyone couldn't help but think in their hearts.
They took it for granted and were blinded by Fu You's carefully disguised victim attitude, so no one could see it.
Under the slightly swaying golden hair.
Fu You's pale, thin lips curved slightly.
fortunately.
His Majesty is a conceited and self-centered tyrant, and Lord Lawn's head is too stupid to live up to his expectations.
They live in a rickety empire woven of gold and silver, like half-tamed beasts that can start a civil war with just a little fuel.
Fu You was thinking carelessly, with his golden eyelashes half closed, and his green eyes were as cold and clear as ice.
The look of disgust flashed across his face, and Fu You immediately raised his head, with a pitiful look in his narrow eyes again.
It is like jade dripping with dew, so beautiful that it makes people breathtaking.
He bit his lips until they turned white: "Your Majesty, Fu You has no intention of disobeying you."
"Then explain clearly what happened that day!" Lawen shouted at the top of his lungs from behind.
He stared at Fu You with bloodshot eyes, almost seeping out of his eyes.
In that intense gaze of hatred.
Fu You stood up and slowly turned around.
Under the brilliant halllight, the face was almost translucent, its skin a condensed, snowy color. Her incredibly beautiful emerald eyes gazed at Laun, tears streaming down her face, a look of weakness and pity.
However, for a moment, Lawn seemed to see a flash of smile in those eyes.
Like... like a gorgeous devil that has sucked enough human blood and is very satisfied.
Laun blinked his dry eyes, and Fu You in front of him still looked weak, suppressing a slight tremor.
He could only reluctantly believe that it was an illusion caused by his excessive tension.
But before he could come to his senses.
Fu You suddenly raised his hand, closed his eyes in a gesture of self-abandonment, and showed the object hidden in his palm to everyone in the hall: "This is the reason."
After seeing that thing, all the nobles, including His Highness, showed strange and indescribable expressions.
When Lawen saw the special engraving on the thing, he was struck by lightning and fell to the ground in shock!
Hidden in Fuyou's palm was an extremely delicate button with a silver tiger pattern.
This button was once sewn into the Grand Duke of Longbardi's shirt. The patterns and craftsmanship were specially made by craftsmen in the Grand Duke's residence and there is no possibility of counterfeiting.
But how did Fuyou obtain such a private item from the Grand Duke?
Thinking of the rumors about the first stars that have been making the rounds recently, everyone showed a tacitly ambiguous look.
"It was the Duke of Longbardi who sent me there. He said he had something to tell me. When I entered the room, he just…"
As if recalling something extremely humiliating and shameful, Fu You's voice trembled. "He had just ripped off my clothes when those people broke into the room. What happened after that was exactly what I told the guards."
"No, this is impossible!" Laun shouted in despair, "You must be lying again! How could my father...!"
But except for him, everyone else present accepted this statement well.
After all, the entire First Star has heard of Grand Duke Longbardi's romantic reputation. He is a ruthless man who does not care about food or meat.
What's more, Earl Beaumont has such a troublesome face.
If it was that face, even if it was an alpha, then...
Several nobles of higher status than Fu You had some inexplicable thoughts in their hearts because of that suggestive statement.
Since that guy Longbardi can do it, can they also give it a try?
"Okay, that's it." His Majesty interrupted Lawn who was still insisting.
He ordered his guards to take the apparently out-of-control Lawn away and properly place him. After taking care of everything, His Majesty Oberia looked back at Fuyou.
Deep-sea blue eyes met dewy green eyes. His Majesty's eyes were dark, but he smiled with a curved lip, revealing a very gentle and approachable demeanor.
He looked at Fu You's blushing face and suddenly sighed: "This is my fault. I'm really sorry for your father who passed away so young."
Fu You couldn't help but curl his fingertips as he placed his hands at his sides. He lowered his head submissively, as if still immersed in shock and shame.
"In the blink of an eye, the lovely little Beaumont has grown so big. He is so beautiful and lovable. No wonder, no wonder..."
His Majesty's voice became gentler.
But that word, clearly inappropriate for an alpha, carried a chilling, chilling quality that shuddered the nobles, silencing them all.
Under the throne, Fu You seemed not to notice the turbulent emotions hidden beneath His Majesty's gentleness, and even expressed his gratitude to His Majesty in a low voice.
Obelia lowered her eyes and looked at Fu You, not knowing what she was thinking, and the darkness in her eyes became even darker.
After a moment of anxious silence.
A clear smile slowly appeared on His Majesty's lips. He tapped his fingertips on the golden throne and suddenly said, "How about today, I will arrange a suitable marriage for Lord Beaumont."
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