“Not at all, Eighth Prince, you’re incredible, truly amazing! The paintings you posted are unparalleled in the world, a rare sight among mortals. Those so-called masters at the Capital Art Academy are nothing compared to you—no! They’re just a pile of dog crap!” Honestly, Big Hammer Smith, with his fat head and big ears, was a master at flattery.

Evan Bennett smiled and strode away; this was no place to linger.

He was just afraid the Lord Howard residence would seek revenge. If they didn’t dare to come openly, they might come in secret, and in the end, he’d be the one to suffer.

“Master, why did you even give him two Spirit Gathering Pills? That’s two hundred taels!” Chief Steward Smith looked pained.

“You know nothing! If we don’t hurry up and offer something to send this plague god away, are we supposed to wait for Lord Howard to come tear down our house?” Big Hammer Smith casually slapped the Chief Steward, making his teeth ache.

Evan Bennett hurried to the ‘Tianhe Pavilion’, spent three thousand taels to buy half a ton of black iron sand, and quietly returned to the palace.

He found that there was no one in the ‘Lotus Pavilion’.

“Bad news, Eighth Prince, Miss was summoned by the Crown Princess to the ‘Phoenix Hall’.”

It was said that Lord Howard, furious, had rushed to the Eastern Palace first. Not long after, Madam Smith summoned the courtiers to the Phoenix Hall for a meeting.

Because The King was in seclusion. This probably had something to do with what happened at Big Hammer Smith’s house.

Lord Howard was here to demand justice, and he feared it would be bad for Miss.” Emily Carter, sweating and flustered, ran in from outside.

“You were following me?” Evan Bennett was startled and stared intently at Emily Carter.

“Eighth Prince, it was Miss’s instruction,” Emily Carter lowered her head and said.

“I’ll go to the Phoenix Hall at once.” After all, the Phoenix Hall was where the Queen handled palace affairs.

Usually, when The King was present, the Queen would come here to deal with major matters of the inner palace. When The King was absent and something important happened, the Queen would sometimes summon the courtiers here for discussion.

Madam Smith had summoned his mother to the Phoenix Hall—there was no way this would end well for her. Most likely, she wanted to use the incident with Lord Howard’s son Ethan Bennett to punish them.

Evan Bennett pondered his options as he hurried to the Phoenix Hall.

From a distance, he could already hear Lord Howard roaring in anger, “If a son is not taught, it’s the mother’s fault! Just to earn a little money, Evan Bennett, a dignified prince, actually went to do such lowly work. And he beat up my son, leaving him disabled and bedridden. This is outrageous! I demand that Madam uphold justice and severely punish Eighth Prince and his mother!”

“Yes, this is a disgrace to the royal family. If outsiders hear of it, they’ll say our Yan Kingdom’s royal family is so poor we can’t even put food on the table.

A dignified prince going out to work! Eighth Prince’s actions are a stain on the royal family’s reputation.

Furthermore, Eighth Prince actually relied on his status to act arrogantly and deliberately beat up Ethan Bennett.

Just as Lord said, if a son is not taught, it’s the mother’s fault. Even Lady Carter should be severely punished.” Lord Brown Dylan Parker chimed in. The two were clearly thick as thieves.

“It’s truly outrageous.” Madam Smith immediately labeled the incident as ‘outrageous’, then looked at Eighth Duke Julian Bennett, who was in charge of the Imperial Clan Office, and asked, “Eighth Duke, how do you think they should be punished?”

Note that Madam Smith used the word ‘punished’, not ‘consulted’.

“I earned money through honest labor—what’s shameful about that? Did I rob or steal?

There’s no distinction of status in work. Does fighting in the arena count as a more noble way to earn money?

Do those princes, ministers, and generals who hunt rare beasts for silver do something more noble than what I did?

It’s just a different kind of work.

As long as you earn money the right way, what’s wrong with that?

As for my mother and me disciplining Ethan Bennett, that has nothing to do with her.

On the contrary, it wasn’t me, Evan Bennett, who was arrogant and overbearing—it was Ethan Bennett.

A dignified Lord’s son actually called me, a prince, ‘dog crap’.

I am, after all, a member of the royal family, the The King’s own son—how am I ‘dog crap’?

Does that mean the entire Yan royal family is just a bunch of dog crap? For such an idiot who insults and slanders the royal family,

I was already lenient in teaching him a lesson. Even if I had cut him down with a sword, it would have been justified!” Evan Bennett strode to the main entrance and retorted loudly.

Clap, clap, clap...

Several crisp claps sounded from outside the door.

“Well said! As long as you earn money the right way, what’s wrong with that? Anyone who calls the royal family ‘dog crap’ should be executed on the spot!” A silvery voice rang out, and a figure in blue landed at the entrance of the hall.

This woman’s brows were delicately arched, her eyes like autumn water reflecting the moon. With a slender waist, full hips, and a curvaceous figure accentuated by a tall frame, her tight, lace-trimmed apricot-yellow dress was shown off to perfection.

Madam Smith couldn’t help but frown.

Meanwhile, Lord Howard and Lord Brown’s faces instantly darkened, because the newcomer was none other than King Bennett’s sworn sister, Julia Parker.

Julia Parker’s status was anything but simple—she was the real sister of the Arrow God of the The Parker Empire, Andrew Parker.

This young woman was only sixteen, but she possessed a level-seven ‘Martial Arrow Body’ and had reached the ninth rank in cultivation. Among the younger generation, she was undoubtedly a dazzling genius.

Even the talent of the Crown Prince of Bennett Kingdom paled in comparison to hers.

Of course, just being ninth rank in martial arts wouldn’t be enough to intimidate a second-level innate expert like Lord Howard Jack Bennett. The real reason was that Julia Parker’s elder brother, the Arrow God Andrew Parker, was a truly formidable figure.