"And you still spouted it in front of the whole court?!"
Charles's eyes widened, startled by his own words. He looked around—even the few gazes that had once held pity now turned sharp, merciless.
"See?" Soren said with a faint grin, his tone calm and composed. During the maid's statement, he had known he only needed to wait—Charles would eventually reveal everything himself. Despite the man's seemingly collected demeanor, his temper always betrayed him.
The ministers lowered their gazes. Some rubbed the bridge of their noses, while others pressed their temples, clearly exasperated.
"Hianshu has always been good at scheming," one of them murmured, as if absolving himself of guilt for ever trusting Charles's words.
Enzo scoffed quietly and took a seat while several knights stepped forward to seize his husband. Charles protested vehemently, insisting he was being framed, but no one paid him any attention.
"Arrange the divorce papers," the Emperor ordered, rising from his seat.
