บท 80: 006 Wounded

The little king couldn't bear it anymore, the fire in his heart bubbled up, and as he tore off the silk dining cloth on the case, the soup and wine along with the bowl and dish fell to the ground, shattering with a crash, and one of the jade chopsticks pillows smashed directly on Orville's brow bone.

　　Chad at the bottom of the steps was startled by the loud noise, her heart trembled, and he looked desperately toward the Duke.

The little king obviously did not expect to miss and hurt him, the whole person flinched and froze, somewhat helplessly pursed his lips.

　　But Orville didn't even blink, unhurriedly getting up, crossing over those porcelain plate fragments, kneeling straight in front of the emperor: "Please don't be angry, my King."