章 570: Dance Ball (Lower) _1

"Were you not on your way to Winterfell City? How come you have returned?"

Emperor Reinhardt looked at Queen Midela by his side and asked irritably.

Queen Midela sipped her champagne with a graceful smile on her face, unfazed by her husband's bad temper. When she heard him, she simply replied:

"Originally, I just didn't want to witness a disaster, but fortunately, someone stopped it in time. So, Your Majesty, you should thank Duke St. Gregorian."

After many years of marriage, Queen Midela knew well how to provoke her husband easily.

Emperor Reinhardt gripped his wine cup so hard it creaked, as if it would burst the next second. But fortunately, after he took a few deep breaths, he did not lose his composure on the spot.

Queen Midela glanced at her husband and taunted, "Not bad, now you can control your own temper."

Bang!

The wine cup finally exploded in Emperor Reinhardt's hand.