Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife
Chapter 151: Bad timing

Chapter 151: Bad timing

The activities in the hall didn’t stop even though midnight arrived; however, most of the guests had begun to retire to their chambers to call it a night. And as most of the guests left, Prince Lance made his way toward where he’d agreed with Thalia to meet up tonight after the ceremony was over.

In order to make him keep his mouth shut without reporting to her brother what he’d seen on the balcony, she’d agreed to have a little bit of fun, which he’d insisted on the other day, but she’d immediately refused, saying she would never allow that with a man she wasn’t married to, even though it was already decided that she was going to be his wife.

Now, though, to save a lowlife person like the manservant of the second prince, she had agreed to it. Though he didn’t know why she’d agreed or why she cared for the man, he didn’t care as long as she was willing to participate in what he had planned for them both down in the unoccupied guest room where he’d arranged to meet up with her.

Lance walked down the dim corridors like a king who owned the place, his hands tucked inside his pockets as he strode down the long, polished corridors in unhurried strides.

However, as he approached one of the many doors in the corridor and was about to walk past it, the door knob turned and caught his attention. He knew the chamber belonged to the ambassador of Banzai, and being a good acquaintance of the elder man, with whom he’d played board games and had some good chats a few times whenever they came to the Pendragon imperial palace, he stopped at the door, intending to exchange a few greetings.

With a small smile on his face as he saw the door pull open, he was about to part his lips to speak when his eyes fell on something completely unexpected. Instead of the ambassador coming out of the chamber, someone he recognized, and who had no reason to be in this part of the corridors at this time of night, walked out, not alone, carrying something on his shoulder that was wrapped in a white sheet that had blood stains on it.

Lance’s eyes widened in horror as he knew whatever was bundled up in that sheet carried on the shoulder could only be a human, a dead human. And the fact that the person made no attempt to hide it from him when he’d seen him standing there, too shocked to move, alarmed him. He was being stared at with a smile he found creepy on the person’s face, who was now bringing the body he carried on his shoulder down to the entrance of the door.

"Well, well, well, if it isn’t the arrogant Prince Lancelot. Tsk. With the way you were walking, I’d almost thought it was the Emperor walking by, but thankfully it was just you, and I’m glad we bumped into each other." The person said with a small laugh that sent a shiver down Lance’s spine and made him look from the bloody sheet to the eyes that bore into him.

"Wh-what do you have in that sheet? Why is it covered in blood?" Lance mustered the courage to question, even though he knew without a doubt this person must have killed the ambassador and then wrapped him up in the bedsheets to discard him where no one would know, but he’d just so happened to pass by and even stopped at the door because he wanted to exchange greetings. Damn his luck and timing!!

"What do you think I have in there? You are not that stupid not to know that there is a fat chunk of the ambassador’s severed body in this sheet, are you?" He clicked his tongue as he shook his head in mock pity. "It took me many hours to clean up everything and bundle it up in the sheet, not to mention the trouble it took to carry it on my shoulder, but now you just had to walk by and make me bring it down. Now what shall I do with you for making this even more challenging for my poor, tired body?"

Lance felt his body go cold at the tone of voice the person was using. It was detached and emotionless, with a hint of evil. If he knew he was going to stumble upon a scene like this, he would never have come here. His stomach knotted and twisted in a way that made him feel his dinner rising up his throat as he looked at the bloody sheet. He couldn’t imagine in what kind of way the ambassador had been killed. He glanced back at the person now leaning lazily against the door frame, regarding him with bored impatience as if waiting for him to answer his question.

"I... I will take my leave. I will pretend I didn’t see anything. If you’d please excuse me..." Lance lied. He was going to go and tell everyone what had just happened here. Though he knew this person wouldn’t let him off if he knew his mind, not to mention for some reason, all the guards who were normally stationed here were nowhere in sight. At first, he’d been happy when he hadn’t seen any guards awhile ago, as he’d believed he’d have a great time with the elder princess of Pendragon; now he was fearful.

Lance hurriedly turned to leave, but he hadn’t taken two steps from where he was before he felt something go through his back and come out of his chest. His eyes moistened as he coughed up blood. He slowly looked down at his chest, his vision turning blurry, and saw something like iron that had pierced him from behind. The iron-like object was pulled out, and his legs gave way beneath him before he fell dead to the floor, even before he knew it.

The shadow of the person behind him stood over his dead body as he glanced at his hand that had turned sharp and pointy, having killed the prince, before he clicked his tongue. "Tsk, senseless fool. I hate using my little ability, but you’ve given me no choice. You should have just walked away when you heard me opening the door. I’m not the kind of person who’ll hide when someone walks into my business. Even if you were the Emperor, I’d have done the same thing to him. Aiya, and now I have to carry two useless bodies." He sighed in annoyance as he bent down and pulled the dead prince’s body.

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The next morning, as the sun rose from the horizon and bathed the palace in a beautiful golden glow that illuminated the windows of the huge palace, the guests began to wake up—some who had taken courtesans to their chambers and others who were suffering from hangovers from how much they’d drank the night before. It was such a peaceful morning that was filled with gossip about the activities that had taken place in the hall, especially the dance that had amazed almost everyone.

However, such a morning turned into something else when the time for breakfast arrived and a few of the guests were not there. The ambassador and Prince Lance, including the second prince of Pendragon, were absent, even though the Empress and Emperor had arrived. The Emperor sent for a few servants to check on the important guests without worrying about his second son, whom they all knew was probably not in the mood for breakfast.

Soon, the servants who were sent to check on the two guests returned and reported, "Your Majesty, Lord Soran and Prince Lancelot are not in their chambers. We looked around for them, but no one has seen them this morning."

A frown settled on the Emperor’s face, and the Empress’s eyes narrowed as she looked toward the curtained side where Selene usually sat to eat after her disposal, but she hadn’t arrived as well. Last night, her servant had said she’d walked Selene to the ambassador’s chamber, but now neither of them were here. Could it be that they had gone to another chamber and had not woken up until now?

Prince Lance’s mother and siblings grew worried as they heard their son wasn’t in the palace when he wasn’t the kind to just roam around without telling anyone where he was going. "Are you certain you’ve checked his room?"

"Yes, Your Grace. The others and I have looked around, but he isn’t anywhere."

"Alden, Caelan, Orion," the Emperor called his sons who were there at the royal table and ordered, "Take the palace guards and search around the palace for those who are not present here."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" The three answered at the same time, with the third prince, who was suffering from a hangover, looking displeased at the task of looking for the guests who were probably stuck with some whores beneath them. He glanced at his mother, who gave him a look to do as he was ordered before he left the dining hall with the elder prince, who led them out of there.

Once they left, Elara was about to assure those who were present and looked worried that everything was going to be fine, when Edward slowly walked towards her, and when no one was looking, he slipped a paper into her hand, which she took with a frown. Unfolding the paper, she glanced down at it, and her brown eyes widened in horror before she crumpled the paper into her fists and glanced at her brother’s eyes, which looked somewhat excited, a complete opposite to hers.