The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me?

Chapter 510: The King’s Property

Wasn’t this her home?

What kind of queen could not freely walk through her own palace?

Unless... there was something inside those rooms that she was not meant to see.

"Do you know why your husband doesn’t allow you to enter the other rooms?" Primrose asked gently as she followed Bianca up to the second floor.

"I’ve never asked," Bianca replied without hesitation. "If he tells me not to do something, then I simply don’t do it. That’s all." Her voice sounded calm, almost indifferent.

[How would I even know what’s inside those rooms?] she thought. [He always locks them, and he never lets the maids or the soldiers open them for me.]

[I don’t know what he’s hiding in there.]

It was strange.

Averon did not forbid Bianca from entering just one room, but he forbade her from entering dozens of rooms. If Edmund ever told Primrose she was not allowed to enter half the rooms in Noctvaris, she would have thrown him out of his own chamber instead.

"Have you never been curious?" Primrose asked again as they stepped onto the balcony.

Cold air brushed against her face.

Bianca looked at her for a moment and frowned slightly. "It’s better not to think about it," she said. "Being too curious only brings trouble. You know husbands don’t like nagging wives, right?"

Primrose gave a slow nod. "Right... my husband would shout at me if I asked too many questions," she lied smoothly. "I wonder why men always have so much energy to be angry all the time."

Some men got angry because they were inept lycans who did not know how to express their true feelings, while others were angry simply because they hated their wives.

"Please, have a seat," Bianca said, gesturing toward the chairs placed on the balcony.

The snow had begun to fall softly, covering the palace garden in white. Primrose shivered as the cold wind touched her skin. "Why don’t we just talk in the corridor?" she suggested.

The weather might not have been as cold as during a snowstorm, but it was still cold.

"Don’t be silly." Bianca waved her hand lightly. "How could I let my guest stand in the corridor?"

But Primrose would rather stand in the corridor than sit on the freezing balcony. Fortunately, she had brought her coat before leaving the parlor, so she still had some protection.

"Oh, come on. Just sit." Bianca suddenly grabbed her hand and pressed her down into one of the chairs.

When Primrose tried to stand again, Bianca placed a firm hand on her shoulder. Then she leaned closer and whispered near her ear. "There are too many eyes in the corridor," she murmured in a low voice. "This is the only place where they can’t see us."

Primrose froze in place when she heard her words. Slowly, she looked around the balcony.

This was different from the corridors inside the palace. Those corridors were decorated with sparkling vases and polished candlesticks, which reflected the light clearly. Everything sparkled, which could be used as a means of eavesdropping.

But here on the balcony, there were no glossy decorations at all and no bright vases. The candle holders fixed to the walls were made of simple clay, their surface rough and dull, so they could not reflect anything clearly.

Even though it was shocking, part of Primrose felt that it was not completely surprising. Averon was involved in a large criminal network. A man like him would never trust anyone fully, so of course he would watch everything.

Or there was also a possibility that someone above him installed those spying devices to monitor Averon’s movements.

What truly shocked her was the fact that Bianca had tried to bring her to a place where they could not be seen by spies.

"Still, we’re not alone here," Primrose said quietly as she slowly moved her eyes toward the two maids standing in the corner of the balcony, as well as the two soldiers guarding the balcony door.

Solene and Calen were also near the balcony entrance, but Primrose was not too worried about their presence.

"Do you want me to make them leave?" Primrose asked softly, lowering her voice so only Bianca could hear.

Bianca let out a soft sigh. "They won’t leave."

"Well... I can try," Primrose replied calmly.

No, she had no intention of using her mind-control ability. After all, using something like that was very dangerous, especially in front of Bianca.

But she had another plan, something far less risky.

"Can you leave us for a moment?" Primrose turned toward the guards with a soft smile. "It’s been a long time since I’ve had the chance to speak with my old friend. Can’t you give us a little privacy?"

One of the Azmeria soldiers answered in a stiff tone, "His Majesty has ordered us to guard Her Majesty, the Queen of Azmeria, at all times. Therefore, we cannot leave."

[Besides, what do women even talk about?] the soldier thought carelessly. [It’s probably just fashion and cakes.]

Primrose’s eyes twitched slightly. Yes, she liked talking about dresses and desserts, but that did not mean she was foolish or shallow. She was more than capable of discussing serious matters.

If she could throw one of her heels straight at his head, she honestly would have.

"My husband wouldn’t like it if another man harassed his wife," Primrose said sweetly, her smile calm and harmless.

The soldier blinked in shock. "What? I haven’t even touched you, Your Majesty."

Primrose rested her chin lightly on her hand, tilting her head. "That may be true," she said gently. "But my husband wouldn’t know that. Tell me... do you think he would believe his wife? Or a stranger he has never met?"

The soldier’s expression stiffened.

"You see... beasts are territorial creatures, especially the King of Beasts." She leaned back slightly. "If my husband hears that someone laid a hand on what belongs to him without permission... I’m not sure you would still have both of your hands."

"So why don’t you step away for a while?" she suggested kindly. "That way, you can keep your hands exactly where they are."