บท 97: A Bird That Can't Fly

In a luxurious room, where there were vases of beautiful flowers, curtains with aesthetic shades, and chandeliers with a pearly luster, someone was lying on the bed.

The bed on which that person had been sleeping was also not just any ordinary bed. The mattress and pillow were made of very expensive wool, making them very soft to sleep on. Meanwhile, the fabric that covered the mattress was made of expensive silk.

Even though the skin-stinging sunlight had already entered the room, the person was still casually sleeping on the mattress. His mouth was open as he slept. Saliva dripped out of his mouth until it fell onto his bed.

That foolish-looking person was Young Master Yary Stronghold, the only son of Marquis Stronghold.