Once Evan Bennett's matter is reported to the Heavenly Guards, even they have to give Julia Parker some face. In front of the Heavenly Guards, the prestige of the Marquis of Tiger Might is clearly not as great as Julia Parker's.

The moment he realized the seriousness of the situation, sweat began to bead on the Marquis of Tiger Might's forehead.

If Julia Parker really insisted on pursuing this matter, his own son might truly be in trouble.

The Marquis of Tiger Might knew all too well what kind of person his son was. When the Heavenly Guards took action, there was no way he could interfere.

At this moment, even his ally, the Bear Marquis Dylan Parker, didn't dare make a sound, afraid that the Seventh Princess's wrath would turn on him next.

“Hahaha, the Seventh Princess's suggestion is quite good. Madam Smith, I think we should let the Heavenly Guards investigate the matter of the bastard. None of us should interfere, to show fairness.” At this moment, the Marquis of Tiger Might's old rival, the Marquis of Tomb, William Grant, laughed heartily. Clearly, he was kicking him while he was down.

“Heh, since Madam Smith has agreed, how could I possibly object? Seventh Princess, you’d better hurry and go hunting, don’t waste the beautiful springtime.” The Marquis of Tiger Might was a sly old fox, able to pick up and let go as needed, and immediately changed his tune, never letting the Marquis of Tomb get a handle on him.

As for taking revenge on Evan Bennett, there would be plenty of opportunities. The royal family competition in a few months would be a perfect chance to step on him—no need to go head-to-head with the Seventh Princess right now.

“That’s right, little sister, hurry up, don’t miss the time. Whatever equipment you need, just go to the storeroom and pick it out yourself.” Madam Smith knew there was no way to slap the faces of Zhao Guiren and her son today, so she simply decided to be straightforward. She was so angry her teeth hurt, but there was nothing she could do about the Seventh Princess.

“I, this prince, firmly request that this matter be reported to the Heavenly Guards for a thorough investigation. Let’s see if what I said about Yan Fei calling me ‘bullshit’ is slander or not.” At this moment, Evan Bennett started to show off. With Julia Parker as his powerful backer, he’d be a fool not to use it.

Usually, Julia Parker only pitied Evan Bennett, this useless prince. Even when the mother and son suffered humiliation in the past, she never stepped in. Today, with the sun shining directly overhead, it was probably just a whim of Julia Parker to have some fun.

“All right! This is an internal matter, there’s no need to report it to the Heavenly Guards. This matter ends here.” Madam Smith waved her hand and continued, “Marquis of Tiger Might, I feel sorry that your son was injured. Chief Steward, take the marquis to the medicine hall to collect a second-tier great tonic plaster and three first-tier Spirit Gathering Pills.”

Naturally, this was Madam Smith trying to win people over, and at the same time, it was a message to Evan Bennett and his mother: if you go against me, you’ll end up with nothing.

“Hehehe, Madam Smith, since the Chief Steward is here, I also need five first-tier Spirit Gathering Pills.

And five second-tier great tonic plasters. Hunting, after all, sometimes leads to injuries from fierce beasts.

I need to prepare some pills. As for magical artifacts, I don’t need any—I still have some.

If I need more, I’ll report to you then.” Julia Parker made an outrageous request, and Madam Smith had no choice, since the words had already been spoken.

She could only grit her teeth and order the Chief Steward to bring the pills.

Who would have thought that after Julia Parker got them, she casually tossed them to Evan Bennett, laughing, “I don’t need these, you take them.”

This was a blatant slap in Madam Smith’s face—if you don’t need them, why ask for them? The courtiers even heard the sound of Madam Smith grinding her teeth.

“There are even rats in the Phoenix Hall. Looks like it’s time for some pest control. It’d be a shame if they gnawed things to pieces.” Evan Bennett smiled calmly, secretly cursing Madam Smith as a rat. Then, without hesitation, he accepted the pills, helped his mother up, and left with Julia Parker.

“Madam Smith, those two wastes are too arrogant. I really can’t swallow this insult.” After the other courtiers left, the Marquis of Tiger Might said angrily.

“Don’t worry, the royal competition isn’t far off. If he can’t advance to the first level of Martial Embryo, just watch how I deal with the two of them.” Madam Smith’s face was clouded with anger.

“Looks like it’s about to ‘rain’.” Evan Bennett looked up at the sky, then glanced at the distant Phoenix Hall, hinting at something.

“If you don’t want to get ‘wet’, you’ll need to open a strong umbrella!” Julia Parker smiled faintly, also hinting at something. The rain, of course, referred to Evan Bennett’s enemies, and the umbrella referred to Evan Bennett’s own strength.

Grace Carter naturally didn’t go hunting, but Evan Bennett was really dragged off by Julia Parker to be her attendant.

At the foot of Mount Taihe, Julia Parker loaded all the essential items for the ride onto Evan Bennett.

He was covered in stuff—water bags, weapons, Julia Parker’s snack pouch, and some trinkets women played with.

“I’m just a peddler!” Evan Bennett muttered under his breath.

“Peddler? What does that mean?” Julia Parker’s sharp ears actually caught it, and she turned to stare at Evan Bennett.

“Heh, it’s like someone like me, covered in little items, wandering the streets and alleys hawking goods. Come get your candied hawthorns, ten copper coins a skewer!” Evan Bennett called out in a drawn-out voice.

“Giggling... you’re too funny!” Julia Parker laughed like a mischievous sprite, her ample chest shaking violently.

Don’t laugh so hard you fall over! Evan Bennett glanced at that area and grumbled inwardly.

“Hmph, being my ‘peddler’ is a blessing you earned over eight lifetimes, don’t be ungrateful, Eighth Prince.” Julia Parker rolled her eyes proudly.

“I’d rather be a groom.” Evan Bennett muttered under his breath.