The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me?!-Chapter 450: Preparing Gifts for the Banquet

After memorizing all the moves Primrose had taught him, the mighty lycan king finally managed to master the royal dance.

"Good, husband. You’re doing great!" Primrose praised as Edmund spun her gently across the hall.

Honestly, she didn’t mind at all if her husband needed a little more assistance. After all, dancing could also be considered an intimate activity, and they could even feel each other’s breath whenever they drew close.

But of course... Primrose didn’t want to drag the dance lesson on for too long because, as intimate as it was, the activity could still tire her out.

"Are you alright?" Edmund asked worriedly when his wife needed a few minutes to catch her breath. She sat down on a chair, lowering her head as she tried to calm her rapidly beating heart.

No, this time, her heart wasn’t racing because of Edmund, but because of fatigue. It was getting much harder to move around these days, especially since her child had grown.

She probably wouldn’t have been able to do something as hot as last night if Edmund didn’t kiss her every damn minute.

"I’m fine," Primrose said, then lifted her face with a smile. "I just need a drink."

Edmund quickly poured a glass of water and helped her take a sip. "Don’t move too much today. I don’t want you to feel drained tomorrow."

Primrose only nodded in response. "I probably need to sleep earlier tonight."

Tomorrow would be hectic because there were so many things that needed to be prepared. Thankfully, the king’s banquet would be held after sunset, so Primrose didn’t have to wake up too early.

After practicing their dance, Primrose chose a gift for the king with her father. In the end, she decided to give him a rare painting, something Lazarus had obtained from an auction the previous week.

"Father, you can charge my husband for it," Primrose said as she watched the maids place the rare painting into a wooden box, which would then be sealed.

Lazarus clicked his tongue. "As if you would ever hand your money to me."

[I hope people won’t do anything stupid at the banquet and try to insult my daughter,] Lazarus suddenly thought. [There are so many bad rumors about her these days. I’ve even asked a few people to quietly punish the gossip spreaders.]

Primrose bit her inner lip. If ordinary people knew about the horrible rumors about her, of course her father knew them as well. And naturally, he hated those rumors with every fiber of his being, especially the disgusting rumor saying she was nothing more than the lycan king’s sex slave.

What kind of father could tolerate people saying such filthy things about their daughter?

Those rumors were probably also spread by the perverted men who used to lust after her body. People like that loved to degrade a woman they could never have, and those gossips grew even bigger with the interference of the Emperor of Vellmoria.

But whatever.

As long as her life stayed far from those gossips, Primrose didn’t really care. They didn’t know anything about her life anyway. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

"How about your old friend? Will you give her a gift too?" Lazarus asked once the king’s gift had been secured.

"My old friend?" Primrose looked at him for a moment. "Oh, you mean Lady—I mean, Her Majesty the Queen of Elandria?"

Rowena and her husband, the King of Elandria, had stated that they would come to the Azmeria Kingdom to attend the king’s banquet. However, until today, Primrose still hadn’t heard any news about their arrival.

So she assumed they might come tonight... or maybe they wouldn’t show up at all.

Even though she wasn’t sure, Primrose still had to prepare gifts for them. After all, it had been so long since she last met Rowena, and the chance of them meeting again in the future was very small.

"I actually prepared a special gift for her from the beginning," Primrose said with a smile. "I don’t know if it’s good enough, but I think it suits her the most."

If she was being honest, Primrose didn’t really care that much about the king’s banquet. The only reason she truly wanted to attend was because she wanted to meet her close friends here, including Rowena.

That was why she had prepared several gifts for Rowena and the others, but didn’t think too hard about the gift for the king.

"I believe Her Majesty the Queen of Elandria will like your gift," Lazarus said as he gently patted her head. "After all, my daughter is too sweet to be hated."

Primrose only laughed at that. If what he said was true, then she wouldn’t have died in her first life.

"Alright, then. I think you need to sleep early today," Lazarus reminded her. "You might get exhausted if you don’t have enough rest."

Primrose didn’t argue and immediately went back to her chamber. In the hallway, she met Edmund, who had just returned from meeting his soldiers and making sure they were ready to accompany them to the banquet tomorrow.

They had brought around twenty soldiers with them to Azmeria Kingdom, and normally, it wouldn’t be a problem to bring all of them into the banquet hall.

However, for some reason, someone from the palace delivered a message from the King of Azmeria to Edmund this morning. He said that Edmund was only allowed to bring seven soldiers and two beast maids to the palace, no more than that.

The rule was ridiculous, considering most kings could bring more than twenty guards when attending formal events in other kingdoms.

Even without any explanation, Primrose knew this was nothing but discrimination. She didn’t like it at all, but Edmund, who was already used to this kind of treatment, didn’t want to make it a big issue and ruin her day.

Primrose used to think he was too forgiving, but after thinking about it longer, she realized he only acted that way for her sake.

Edmund once said, "As long as the arrangement doesn’t put us in danger, then there’s nothing to worry about."

He said that because he believed that no matter how many soldiers he brought, he would always make sure they were enough to protect them.

But still... the discrimination truly bothered Primrose.

"Husband, have you chosen which soldiers will come with us later?" Primrose asked softly as she brushed the snowflakes from Edmund’s shoulder.