The room exploded into chaos as Ambrose’s angry words rang out.His voice was full of fury as he pointed at Pete, accusing him of plotting with Asher.“I won’t let a eunuch like you scheme against me!” Ambrose shouted, his voice shaking with rage.“You think I don’t know what this is? You’re trying to embarrass me in front of everyone! I won’t take it, and I won’t listen to you!”The crowd gasped in surprise, and the tension in the room grew thick. It was clear that Ambrose’s insult had struck hard.It was a bold move for Ambrose to speak out against Eunuch Pete, who was trusted by the ruler.Pete, dressed in his formal robes, stood still, his face calm but showing the quiet power that could calm any situation.He slowly looked at Ambrose, each movement controlled and firm.“You talk about conspiracies, Lord Ambrose,” Pete said, his voice steady and clear, making the entire room quiet down.“But the only scheme I see is the one in your own mind, built on pride and fear, slowly falling

The hall erupted into chaos. Servants screamed in terror, noblemen ducked under tables and scrambled to hide, and guards rushed in, weapons drawn, eyes scanning for any sign of the attacker.Ambrose Steele, frozen in his seat, looked like a ghost. His face was pale, his skin slick with cold sweat, and his hand trembled as it hovered near the spot where the bullet had grazed him, leaving a thin trail of blood.Asher stood still, his sharp eyes scanning the room, trying to make sense of the chaos. His mind raced, piecing together what had just happened. The boldness of the attack left him stunned—who would dare strike at Ambrose here, of all places, in the heart of the ruler's court?Morgana moved swiftly to Asher’s side, her gaze darting around warily. She spoke in a hushed tone, her voice a mix of curiosity and caution.“Boss,” she whispered urgently, “did you know about this…?”Morgana stared at Asher, completely thrown off. He wasn’t acting like himself—he was always so in control,

The room was thick with tension as Ambrose rose, every motion slow and calculated. His sneer stretched wider as he glanced around, ensuring all eyes were fixed on him."Asher," he said, his tone laced with mockery, "you seem to have forgotten your place. Perhaps your recent victories have clouded your judgment, made you think you’re untouchable. Allow me to remind you of reality."He spread his arms as if he were addressing the entire kingdom. "I don’t stand here as some petty noble," Ambrose declared, his voice commanding attention."As the left chancellor, it’s my duty to keep order in this court. And right now, thanks to Asher’s actions, that order is falling apart." He gestured toward Asher, his expression sharp and unforgiving."This court is meant to be a place of respect and discipline, not chaos and defiance," he continued, his tone growing harsher. "And I won’t stand by while someone, no matter who they are, disrupts that balance."The crowd shifted uneasily, their eyes dart

Ambrose stood frozen, feeling like everything was slipping through his fingers. His mind raced, trying to find something, anything to regain control, but all he could feel was the racing of his heart and the cold grip of fear."Your Highness, please," Ambrose stammered, his voice shaking as he tried to salvage some pride. "This... this has gone too far. I—"But before Ambrose could get another word out, the prince raised his hand, as if to strike him.It wasn’t a big gesture, just a simple motion but it was enough to make the entire room go still. Ambrose felt his words freeze in his throat, as the weight of the prince’s cold gaze locked onto him.Khan’s lips curled into a slow, malicious smile. It wasn’t a friendly smile at all. It was the kind of smile that made Ambrose feel like a mouse trapped under a predator’s stare.Ambrose’s mind raced, the harsh words from earlier still echoing in his head. He could feel the sting of Khan’s insults, but now, as the prince spoke again, it be

Prince Khan slipped the pistol away like it was nothing, his face calm, almost bored. He looked around the room, his cold eyes making everyone uncomfortable.“That,” he said, waving a hand at Harry’s lifeless body, “was just a little reminder for anyone who thinks they can step out of line.”Then he turned to Ambrose with a cruel smile on his face.“What about you, Ambrose?” Khan asked, his voice sharp. “Got any questions? Or is the message clear enough for you now?”Ambrose tried to speak, but all that came out was a shaky mess of words. The crowd stayed frozen, staring in shock, their faces pale as they took in what had just happened.On the sidelines, Morgana leaned closer to Asher, her voice low but tense.“This is too much,” she whispered, her eyes flicking nervously between the prince and the unsettled advisors. “Killing someone here, like this, it’s reckless. And worse, it’s being done in your name. By an outsider.”Asher’s smirk grew, a glint of amusement in his eyes. He did