Chương 1199: Remaining

Beside the wall of the chamber, there was an oil painting that was half a man's height.

The painting had brilliant green lands and a white round table with people having a meal around it. Even Kieran, who never received any kind of professional education about paintings, could tell through the strokes how happy the painted figures were.

No doubt, it was a great piece of art.

"What's wrong, 2567?" Mary asked softly.

"Change the room of your father right away," said Kieran before heading towards the painting.

Mary was slightly confused but she followed what Kieran said by calling the royal maids to move King James VIII out of the room on a soft mattress.

After the move, the young princess returned to the room and saw Kieran removing the painting from the wall.

"There's something wrong with the painting?" Mary wasn't an idiot. Kieran's action was enough to tell her what she needed to know.

"Um. It's poison." Kieran nodded.