Among the one hundred and eight lords of the Bennett Kingdom, things were far from harmonious. The Marquis Carter and Logan Grant, the Marquis Grant, were notorious arch-enemies.

The Marquis Carter gave a sinister smile and said, “Logan Grant, your son has come back from the dead, and you don’t find that strange at all. I suspect you are also involved in deceiving the emperor. I earnestly request His Majesty to send someone to thoroughly investigate the Grant father and son, and if the charges are confirmed, execute their entire clan.”

Ethan Grant saw that his father was on the verge of exploding, so he chuckled and glanced with interest between Lucas Bennett and Emily Bennett.

Suddenly, he spoke slowly: “Your Majesty, exterminating my The Grant Family's entire clan is easy. But saving the princess’s life may not be so simple, right?”

Lucas Bennett’s expression turned cold. “Ethan Grant, what do you mean by that?”

“Oh, nothing much. Just now, when I was beaten half to death in the sanctuary, in a daze, it seemed as if a divine being whispered in my ear and told me something. What was said happens to be related to the princess’s illness. Thinking of her illness, I was unwilling to just die like that, so I struggled to come back to life. If Your Majesty thinks I, Ethan Grant, deserve to die, then just order me to be beaten to death again!”

Ethan Grant was a clever man; he knew how to pique the other party’s curiosity. Naturally, these words scratched right where Lucas Bennett itched.

As a monarch, Lucas Bennett was brutal, cold, and suspicious by nature. But as a father, he cherished his daughter Emily Bennett like a precious jewel.

Hearing that a divine being had given guidance about his daughter’s illness, he was immediately moved. Why did he offer sacrifices to heaven? Wasn’t it all for his daughter’s illness?

For an illness that even the best medicines and tonics could not cure, he could only pin his hopes on the heavens.

“Ethan Grant, are you telling the truth?” Even as a king, Lucas Bennett couldn’t help but feel a bit uneasy at this moment—after all, he had just ordered this man beaten to death.

“How would I dare lie before the king?”

“Good! Ethan Grant, just speak your mind. Whatever glory and riches exist in my Bennett Kingdom, as long as you desire them, I can grant them to you—so long as you have a way to cure Emily’s illness.”

Now Logan Grant was a bit nervous. He was afraid that after being beaten, his son Ethan Grant might, in a moment of anger, make a fool of the king, which would cause even greater trouble.

“Chen’er, you don’t know much about medicine. The princess’s illness has stumped all the imperial physicians—how can you speak so lightly of it?”

“Father, don’t worry. It’s true that I don’t know much about medicine. But the princess’s illness was entrusted to me by a divine being, so it surely can’t be wrong.”

Lucas Bennett was also anxious: “Yes, yes. Ethan Grant, just speak freely—even if you’re wrong, you will not be punished. But if you have a good solution, any reward is yours.”

A reward? Ethan Grant didn’t care about that. He couldn’t really take advantage of the situation. To bargain with the king, act arrogant, and make all sorts of demands—that was a sure way to get himself killed.

The current Ethan Grant understood what it meant for circumstances to be stronger than men. He knew that the more humble his attitude now, the more protection he would have. Bargaining might get him some reward, but it would further antagonize the Bennett royal family, and also make other lords jealous, inviting all kinds of envy and hatred.

Thinking of this, Ethan Grant said, “I am a criminal and dare not ask for any reward. I only ask that Your Majesty pardon my previous crimes, so that I can speak and act without constantly worrying about being caught and punished.”

As soon as these words were spoken, several lords friendly with Logan Grant laughed to themselves. This kid is really eloquent—he handles things even more smoothly than his father.

To pardon his crimes was nothing more than a word from Lucas Bennett.

“Very well. In front of all the ministers, I pardon you of all previous crimes. From this moment on, you are still the Young Marquis of the Marquis Grant’s residence, with all your titles and status unchanged. Anyone who brings up old matters again is an enemy of my Bennett royal family.”

Lucas Bennett’s words were quite gracious—not only pardoning the crimes, but also forbidding anyone from bringing up the past. Clearly, this was to reassure the The Grant Family, so they wouldn’t worry about being punished later.

Ethan Grant cooperatively showed a brilliant smile, then suddenly said something shocking: “Actually, the princess isn’t ill at all.”

As soon as he said this, the whole court was thunderstruck.

Was Ethan Grant courting death? After all that talk, he now claimed the princess wasn’t sick? If she’s not sick, then why is she like this?

Lucas Bennett almost wanted to kick Ethan Grant in the face. But as a king, his reason told him to stay calm—even if this kid was talking nonsense, he had to let him finish.

“What’s with those looks on your faces? Are you only happy if the princess is sick?”

The Marquis Carter couldn’t hold back any longer: “Ethan Grant, you brat, you’re making a fool of the king and asking for death!”

Ethan Grant rubbed his nose. “Your Majesty, I’ve already said, I was entrusted by a divine being to speak about the princess’s illness. Now, with people jumping up and down, angering the gods, the gods are displeased.”

If it were any other situation, Lucas Bennett would surely think Ethan Grant was just pretending to be mystical.

But at this moment, he didn’t dare not believe. First, this concerned his precious daughter’s life. Second, to be beaten to death and survive—if that wasn’t the work of the gods, Lucas Bennett wouldn’t believe it. He knew very well the skills of his executioners. Could they really fail to kill someone?