Chapter 4

Your highness?" Sarah softly called out to the sleeping beauty cuddled into the countless pillows.

 Irish looked like a child in her slumber, golden locks messily spread out, lips slightly parted, and body curled into a fetus position.

 "A little while more, please..." Irish mumbled.

 "Of course, your highness," Sarah replied and tucked in Irish further to be warm and comfortable. Sarah quietly exited Irish's bedroom and stood guard at the doors. She looked up to the attendant waiting for her reply, and she said without a hint of remorse, "I am afraid his majesty would have to wait further; his highness is not available."

 The attendant blanched, "do you mean that his highness is making his majesty wait because she would like to sleep in?"

 Not to mention that head attendant Sarah only slipped in and out of the bedrooms, she indeed did not exert much effort to wake the First Royal Consort.

 Of course, she didn't, and what can the King's attendant do? Sarah had worked hard to ensure the Irish's good health, and the key is to get adequate rest. Sarah only serves one master, and the pesky King is not the one who owns her.

 Without batting an eyelid, Sarah replied, "of course. The King is here half an hour before her highness' standard waking time."

 Sarah was slightly irritable today. She and Jennie had spent the longer part of the night interrogating Bae, and they were both tired.

 Sarah placed her hands on the attendant's triceps and turned him around to the hall's direction. With a little push, she said, "hurry along now. You are causing quite a disturbance."

 In the hall, the King's only reaction was to pause his tea mid-sip, and he dismissed the attendant.

 Half an hour passed, and Jennie asked if the King would have breakfast with the First Royal Consort.

 Edward said he would, and he moved to the dining table. He watched as the attendants placed the dishes onto the table, and his lip twitched. The attendants only put the words onto half of the table, and it wasn't his half.

 Irish entered the dining hall and strolled to her seat. She gave Edward a little nod before looking away to the side, perfecting the look of a jilted lover waiting to be coaxed.

 "You look as breathtaking as always, my love." Edward tried.

 Irish continued snubbing him.

 "Are you starving me today, my love?"

 Irish glanced over, the voice of faux innocence, "Did your majesty not learn revered sadhu' skills, to live a long life without food and water? Else you would have had dinner with me last night, no?"

 Royal Guard Rean, guard the King, bit his tongue to suppress his laughter. Rarely does the First Royal Consort snub the King openly, and she will enjoy the moment while it lasts.

 The King chuckled dryly; how difficult is she going to be today?

 "Your highness, the dishes are going to turn cold ." Sarah reminded.

 "Oh, is this not your majesty's favourite dish?" Irish pointed to the braised vegetables in the middle.

 Irish picked a piece with her chopsticks and placed it in her mouth. She hummed happily at the taste.

 After she finished, she declared, "It seems more delicious than before. Jennie, reward the chef with silver for his dedication to honing his skills."

 Edward gulped, it did look good, and the smell is making his stomach roar.

 Irish looked to Edward, "Are you thirsty, my King?" She continued, "it seems that your training is not adequate."

 Edward jumped at his chance, "your wisdom floors me, my love. Perhaps I am not a suitable candidate for spiritual practice and should give up on the pursuit." He looked at Irish expectantly.

 Irish pondered, "hmmm..."

 Blue orbs scanned Edward up and down, and the King straightened his posture.

 "Then, your majesty might want to head to the mountains to seek advice from the most religious sadhu." Irish mercilessly replied.

 T-to the mountains? Speaking of which, the King said, "there is no need, my love. Shi yan ming will be entering the palace. He would surely be happy to answer any queries then."

 Shi yan ming, the most powerful, the renowned sadhu, said to predict the future? Even the Irish is intrigued.

 The King took the opportunity to grasp the Irish's hands. "My love, what say you, to us having breakfast together before we meet the Reverend today?"

 Irish slammed her chopsticks down onto the table, and the King and his guards jumped. Irish smiled too sweetly, "we are already having breakfast together, are we not?"

 Royal Guard Rean is thankful his lover is not as frightful as the First Royal Consort. They could all only watch from the side, the King included, as the First Royal Consort slowly fills her belly with food.