She frowned, her body adorned with dazzling gems, her dress exquisite, a princess unaware of worldly affairs forever.
But Wayne Lane was tired, too tired to even deal with her, "Emma, go back to your room immediately."
He stated calmly, but the repressed anger in his words was audible to anyone.
Emma noticed it too; she stomped her foot in anger, her voice also dissatisfied, "I'm just worried about your injuries, why are you being harsh?"
She was a princess, used to being indulged, and her patience had its limits, even when feigning gentleness.
Today, everyone present was a captain of Mech Warrior teams, yet no one dared to speak against the princess.
After all, she was the future heir to the empire, who would dare to offend her?
At the critical moment, it was Sheffield Benedict who spoke, "Emma, you go back to your room first, and after we finish talking, I will ask Wayne to come and see you, alright?"
His voice was gentle, soothing.
