Sometimes, the more you can’t get something, the more you want to get it.

Over the years, as Oliman ascended the throne of kings, what she could not get was now less and less.

She has a huge palace and a huge wealth.

In her palace, there were a large number of slaves, including young and handsome ones.

Judging from the appearance of the outstanding ones, they are not inferior to Chen Heng, and they are even better than that.

But for some reason, Oliman was obsessed with the knight.

Perhaps because she knew that Chen Heng was something she could never get, the thoughts in her heart were particularly strong.

Before meeting Chen Heng, she never thought that there was such a perfect person.

The vows he made when he married Venar are still echoing in his ears.

The other party’s actions over the years also informed the witnesses of the wedding that day. He did not make a vow or live up to it.

"No matter whether it is honor or disgrace, no matter whether it is poor or humble, never give up..."

Walking on the road, she muttered to herself, and a feeling of envy and a complex feeling rose in her heart.

Regarding Chen Heng, her feelings are very complicated. She instinctively wants to have it, but she doesn't want to destroy this beauty.

After all, this beauty belongs to her sister, not to others.

Thinking of the end, she sighed, continued to raise her glass and drank it all in one gulp.

Chen Heng sat alone in his seat, thinking silently.

He looked around, looking at the guests sitting around him.

In those places, lords from afar sat upright among them, but many were exhausted.

If you observe carefully, you can clearly find the sharp expressions and vague dissatisfaction of many of them.

Judging from this, these lords have become dissatisfied with what Oliman has done over the years.

This is no wonder.

After all, anyone who is tortured and consumed back and forth like this may feel dissatisfied.

Even if this person is their theoretical monarch.

But like many people, when Oliman's strength has not weakened and remains strong, they dare not vent their dissatisfaction, nor even dare to reveal it, for fear that it would attract Oliman's attention and attack them.

Over the years, Oliman's temper has become more and more irritable.

If someone dares to touch her brow, something may not necessarily happen.

So at this moment, they just dare not speak out.

However, no matter what, dissatisfaction is slowly accumulating, but it has not yet reached the point of explosion.

If this continues, when the dissatisfaction accumulates to the extreme, a violent flame will eventually burst out.

Once the Kutu royal family represented by Oliman declines, rebellion may come immediately.

However, before that...

It seemed that Chen Heng was thinking about something.

"Everyone, keep drinking."

Above, Oliman raised his wine glass in his hand and laughed at everyone below: "Don't worry, there are still a lot of wine, everyone, take your time."

Her face turned red and she smelled a little drunk. She seemed to be a little drunk, and her movements became more and more relaxed. She laughed from time to time and no longer had the elegant appearance of her as a queen.

Around the invited lords forced smiles on their faces and looked at Oliman ahead. Even though they were dissatisfied, they could only raise their glasses and continue drinking.

No one dares to raise objections, because with Oliman's current temper, if he dares to raise objections, there will be problems.

In the past, it was not that no one mentioned it, but that these people's fate was not very good.

After a long time, no one dares to raise objections.

But this time, the disharmonious voice sounded.

"Your Majesty, you're drunk."

A faint voice fell and came from below.

The lords around him paused and couldn't help but be a little shocked.

They subconsciously looked in the direction where the sound came, and just saw a young man sitting upright and tall.

It's not someone else, it's Chen Heng.

"Drunk?"

Oliman reacted too.

She looked at Chen Heng and subconsciously frowned: "I don't think I'm drunk."

"Your Majesty has drunk enough, there is no need to continue."

Chen Heng's face was calm and he continued to speak: "What's more, it's enough to hold a banquet like today once or twice. It's meaningless to be too frequent."

He raised his head and stared at Oliman: "It's just a waste of time and financial resources."

"Are you teaching me how to do things?"

The smile on Oliman's face remained unchanged, but his eyes became sharper, and he stared at Chen Heng tightly.

"It's just to tell the truth."

Chen Heng looked at Oliman and said calmly: "Three years, only three years."

"In order to participate in the banquet held by His Majesty, how many people travel day and night, walking along the way, and how many people died in a foreign land due to accidents, and even their bodies could not be restrained..."

He counted the tragic events that had happened in recent years due to the summoning of the lords all year round, and spoke in front of everyone present.

Every time he said something, Oliman's face became a little colder, and by the end, it was already very scary.

She stared at Chen Heng, and there seemed to be a blazing rage in her eyes, as if she was about to explode.

"Well said!"

But opposite to Oliman was the applause of countless people present.

In the past, due to the majesty and oppression of Auliman, they dared to be angry but did not dare to speak out, and could only barely deal with it.

And now when everyone was silent, someone finally stood up and spoke for them.

Due to Aoliman's past methods and majesty, they did not dare to stand up and support Chen Heng, but in their hearts, their favor for Chen Heng increased so much at this moment, and they became close to him all of a sudden.

"Kelly, what the hell do you want to do?"

Oliman opened his eyes wide and stared at Chen Heng angrily. At this moment, a sense of tyranny appeared in his heart: "If you don't want to drink, get out of here."

"It's just to tell the truth. If your Majesty doesn't want to listen, forget it."

Chen Heng's face was calm and he spoke calmly.

Looking at Oliman in front of him, he didn't say much and turned around and left.

Looking around at Chen Heng's leaving figure, the people around him were filled with admiration. At this moment, Chen Heng's image suddenly became taller.

Standing on the top, Oliman was in a completely opposite mood.

She looked at Chen Heng's back and stared at his figure, her face gloomy and unstable.

After a while, she recovered, smiled again on her face, continued to raise her wine glass and drank with the nobles around her.

The lively atmosphere was restored in the palace.

“It seems to be a good result.”

Feeling the stolen gaze of the lords around him when he left, Chen Heng smiled on his face.
Chapter completed!