Chapter 1247 What Mistake?
The sudden turn of events left everyone in shock.
They were all dumbfounded, their faces filled with astonishment.
No one had expected that the Princess of Theswe would greet Byron with a slap across the face.
There was no discussion, no warning; it was a simple and rough action.
The problem was that Byron was the Minister of War, a high-ranking official of the current dynasty.
To slap someone across the face in public was a severe offense, and there was no room for maneuver.
“Why… Why did you hit me, Your Highness, the Princess of Theswe?” Byron Ironsides was bewildered, clutching his stinging face, feeling at a loss.
If she was an ordinary noble, he would have already exploded in anger. However, it was the Princess of Theswe he was dealing with, the Princess of Dragonmarsh, so even if he was filled with grievances, he could only submit.
“I hit you because you have eyes but cannot see. Now, kneel down and respond,” the elegant young woman said coldly.
“Princess of Theswe, I don’t understand. Where have I offended you?” Byron Ironsides asked hesitantly.
The Princess of Theswe slapped him again without a word, her voice as cold as ice. “Are your ears deaf? I told you to kneel down and respond!”
Byron’s eye twitched, but he dared not say a word. He finally gave in to her demand and knelt on the ground.
With the Princess of Theswe and her ministerial subject, there was no choice but to obey her command in front of so many people.
At this moment, Thaddeus and his group, who had initially been all smiles, were completely shocked. They exchanged glances, their expressions filled with astonishment and confusion.
Initially, they had thought that the Princess of Theswe had come to visit because of her friendship with Byron. Now, it seemed that wasn’t the case.
Could it be that Byron had offended the Princess of Theswe before?
“Byron, do you know your mistake?” The elegant young woman asked coldly, looking down at him.
“Your Highness, I, your humble servant, do not understand. Where have I erred?” Byron lowered his head and admitted his fault reluctantly.
Although he didn’t understand why he had to do so, he had no choice but to comply.
“Very well. Now, tell me where you’ve gone wrong,” the Princess of Theswe demanded.
“Eh?” Byron’s face stiffened, and he was at a loss for words.
He hadn’t done anything wrong, so how could he admit to a mistake?
But he had to admit his mistake, even though he didn’t understand what he did wrong.
“Very well, you’re good at being evasive. Until you realize your true mistake, kneel here,” the elegant young woman said coldly.
The others were stunned. They stared at each other, not knowing what to do.
“Men, what are you waiting for? Let’s kneel down!” Byron yelled, frustrated.
“Kneel, kneel, kneel… Hurry up and kneel!”
They were all jolted into action, no longer daring to hesitate. They all knelt down obediently.
Even the Minister of War was kneeling. What did they amount to in front of the Princess of Theswe?
Under the imposing presence of the Princess of Theswe, the group of officials and nobles, who had been powerful and imposing just moments ago, now had a humble and subservient demeanor, appearing particularly insignificant.
“Tyler, how did this happen? Has Byron offended the Princess of Theswe?” Kate was trembling as he knelt on the ground.
“How am I supposed to know?” Tyler was feeling exasperated.