Those ministers had personally gone to arrest him in the past. Back then, they felt regret, and now that feeling remains unchanged. Although Morgan Shangguan survived after entering the Ghost King's Manor, which could be considered lucky, they still couldn't help but pity her. How could such a beauty be ruined by the Ghost King?
Perhaps one or two insightful people understood this was Morgan Shangguan's fate, but that only made them sympathize with her more, lamenting the tragedy of a beautiful woman's short life.
Under those gazes—some jealous, some obsessed, some sympathetic—Morgan Shangguan seemed unfazed. She simply reached out to hold Damien Gray’s hand, looked up at him, and softly teased, “Your Highness, mind your image!”
The stares directed at Morgan Shangguan filled Damien Gray with anger. He was about to explode, but upon hearing Morgan’s words, he managed to suppress his fury in time. He pulled Morgan to sit down, but instead of letting her sit beside him, he placed her directly on his lap, as if to declare his ownership.
Morgan Shangguan saw the displeasure in his eyes and chuckled softly, leaning into his arms and asking in a low voice, “With your power, is there really any need to hide like this?” Even if Emperor Alexander knew his capabilities and wanted to eradicate him, the Ghost Guild was not so easily dealt with. He had no reason to fear Emperor Alexander!
Damien Gray smiled gently, but said, “Don’t you find it amusing that people look down on you, yet are terrified of you at the same time?”
Those ministers’ attitude toward Damien Gray was far from respectful. Their seats were up front, and as Morgan and Damien walked past, not a single one stood to greet them—just nods of acknowledgment. For a prince, this was a grave disrespect, showing that Damien Gray, the Ghost King, truly had no standing.
But it was different for the Ghostmaster. Surely not a single minister was unaware of this figure! After all, the court was never truly peaceful, and the ministers weren’t as harmonious as they appeared. There were ministers who had died at the hands of Ghost Guild assassins!
Morgan Shangguan gazed quietly at Damien Gray for a moment, then uttered two words: “So wicked!”
Damien Gray laughed, “Can I take that as a compliment?”
Morgan Shangguan couldn’t help but laugh. “You may.” After a moment, she shook her head with a sigh and said, “Your Highness, you really are a boring man!”
Damien Gray raised an eyebrow, pinched her small hand, and asked, “Who else is boring?”
Morgan Shangguan looked at him and softly replied, “Me!”
Damien Gray’s gaze softened. He hugged her a little tighter and said slowly, “From now on, I won’t be bored. What about you, Princess Consort?”
Morgan Shangguan didn’t answer his question, but suddenly looked at him and said, “Damien, what if I want to kiss you?”
Damien Gray’s lips curled into a smile as he chuckled, “Any request from my Princess Consort is reasonable.”
Laughter overflowed in Morgan Shangguan’s eyes. She wrapped her arms around his neck, about to kiss his lips.
Suddenly, there was a crisp ‘crack’. Though the environment wasn’t exactly quiet, Damien Gray and Morgan Shangguan heard it clearly, as the sound came from right beside them. Such an abrupt noise naturally drew the attention of those nearby, and everyone who heard it looked toward its source.
Morgan Shangguan turned to look and saw that at the seat next to theirs, Prince Ethan was staring at the shattered wine cup on the floor, his brows tightly furrowed. It was unclear whether he was displeased with the fragile cup or with the wine spilled on his robe.
Damien Gray quietly watched Prince Ethan for a while, then lowered his head to look at Morgan Shangguan, a thoughtful look in his eyes—a look that only Morgan could see.
Prince Ethan stood up, his gaze briefly sweeping over the two of them before he strode away to change his outer robe.
Lady Julia frowned as she watched him leave, biting her lip and glancing at Damien Gray and Morgan Shangguan. She had been sitting beside Prince Ethan the whole time and knew that ever since Morgan appeared, Prince Ethan’s eyes had been on her. Could it be...
Suddenly, Damien Gray stood up, holding Morgan Shangguan and said, “Princess Consort, it’s still early. Shall we go for a walk?”
Morgan Shangguan glanced at the seats, raising her eyebrows. All the ministers were already present—how could it be considered early?
Before she could think further, Damien Gray was already pulling her away. Morgan didn’t resist and let him lead her.
Everyone who had been watching them grew curious, unable to understand why they were so close. Did Princess Consort Morgan really like the Ghost King?
On second thought, that seemed unlikely. With such stunning beauty, naturally she would hope her husband was outstanding—someone worthy of her! How could she possibly fancy the Ghost King? If it were Prince Ethan or the Crown Prince, people would believe it; after all, they had power, status, and striking looks—true dragons among men. Compared to them, the Ghost King was nothing! Everyone found it strange.
Damien Gray led Morgan Shangguan to a dimly lit pavilion, pressing her against a pillar with a grin. “Princess Consort, now you can kiss me!”
His thumb gently caressed her lips, Damien’s face full of mischief. He added, “If you want to do anything else, Princess Consort, I won’t resist.”
Morgan Shangguan leaned against the pavilion pillar, looking up at him with a smile. “Are you sure no one will suddenly show up?”
Before Damien Gray could answer, footsteps echoed in the distance, accompanied by familiar voices—it was Prince Ethan and Lady Sapphire.
Morgan Shangguan thought for a moment, her gaze landing on the nearby rockery. Originally, this was a main path, but the rockery split it into two routes, which merged again beyond the rocks.
Morgan Shangguan pulled Damien Gray to hide on the shaded side of the rockery, where the plants were taller and the light dimmer. If they hid their presence, even someone passing right by would hardly notice. Besides, most people would choose the brighter path.
Damien Gray didn’t care about any of that. He pointed impatiently at his lips. Morgan Shangguan, helpless, frowned and kissed him—just brushing his lips. Damien knew Prince Ethan was skilled in martial arts and could easily notice if they did anything more, so he didn’t push.
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