“What should I look into?”

Cheston asked the figure who had appeared discreetly. The figure, wearing a black mask, knelt and bowed to Cheston in a sign of submission.

“Aron, I have completed my mission and returned.”

“Skip the formalities and get to the point.”

“The herb in question is rare and difficult to obtain. It’s called ‘Veronia’ and is said to have detoxifying properties, but it’s hard to cultivate and few know of its existence.”

Cheston scrutinized the Veronia herb.

“Aron, what do you think? About using this herb for my mother?”

“If I may speak frankly… I think it’s premature. Perhaps you should learn more about Lady Whitney Orleans.”

Aron’s cautious approach made sense to Cheston. He fiddled with the herb, recalling the green eyes of the lady.

“It feels strangely familiar.”

She was a lady he had never met before. Although she seemed to be hiding something, it was the first time he had felt such curiosity about someone.

“Your Highness.”

“I know what you’re worried about. That she might be one of the Queen’s people, so we must be careful.”

Cheston ran his hand through his hair, recalling the numerous times he had narrowly escaped death. The first time the Queen had threatened his life was when he was five.

Just five years old. The Queen, smiling brightly, handed him a cup of tea laced with poison. She called him every day, persistently making him drink the tea.

Unaware of her intent to end his life, the young Cheston never refused her invitations, believing she was the only one who didn’t hate him. The Queen had taken a whole month, ensuring a lethal dose of poison, to avoid the King’s suspicion.

Fortunately, Cheston’s inherent aura saved his life, and the Queen’s scheme awakened his powers. Since that day, the Queen sent assassins daily to kill the little boy.

Servants, maids, and even knights guarding him. They all targeted Cheston’s life.

The only one left by his side was Aron, whom he had found and taken in by chance. A slave with neither title nor anything else, Cheston couldn’t ignore him, though his mother advised against it. Despite his wounds, Cheston couldn’t turn away.

Of course, he made sure Aron’s presence remained hidden. The King was fond of Cheston and granted his requests.

Thanks to this, Aron became Cheston’s shadow, his bodyguard. Although they endured much together, their bond grew stronger.

At ten, Cheston’s survival instincts, or perhaps his inherent aura, helped him become a sword master. He achieved this at the youngest age in the kingdom’s history. As a result, the Queen was frantic, unable to kill him.

It was unfair, even if she did it to protect her son, Karl. His mother was constantly summoned by the Queen, returning either injured or humiliated. The King, despite loving her, never intervened.

The more the King stayed passive, the more venomous the Queen became, knowing any disturbance in their relationship could jeopardize international relations. Realizing this, Cheston hardened himself further to protect himself and his mother.

When he participated in a hunting competition at twelve, Cheston felt like the prey. He survived despite being targeted by countless arrows. He would never forget the Queen’s words as she smiled at him.

“The more you do this, the more your mother will suffer. Don’t outshine my son. If you threaten his position, I will threaten what you cherish most. The responsibility of being loved by the King is this heavy.”
“What should I investigate?”

Cheston posed this question to a figure who had discreetly appeared. The figure, donning a black mask, knelt down and bowed to Cheston as a sign of submission.

“Aron, I have completed my mission and returned.”

“Skip the greetings, get to the point.”

“The herb is rare and difficult to find. It’s called ‘Veronia’ and known to detoxify poison. However, it’s hard to grow and rare, so not many know of its existence.”

Cheston intensely studied the Veronia herb.

“Aron, what’s your take on using this herb for my mother?”

“If I may speak frankly… I consider it too hasty. Perhaps more investigation is needed regarding Lady Whitney Orleans.”

Cheston understood why Aron would say that. He played with the herb, recalling the green eyes of the lady.

“It feels oddly familiar.”

She was a lady he had never met. He sensed she was hiding something, but this was the first time he had been so curious about someone.

“Your Highness.”

“I know what you’re worried about. That she might be an agent of the Queen, so we must be cautious.”

Cheston brushed his hair back, remembering the numerous times he had faced death. The first time the Queen threatened his life, he was just five years old.

At five, the Queen smilingly handed him a cup of poisoned tea. She called him every day to drink it.

Unaware of her intent to end his life, the young Cheston never refused her invitations, believing she was the only one who didn’t hate him. The Queen had taken a whole month, ensuring a lethal dose of poison, to avoid the King’s suspicion.

Why She Is Still Unmoved (Female-dominant)

One-line summary: He uses various methods to seek her affection, but she remains unmoved.

Synopsis:

Si Qingyu is a doctor who has saved countless lives and enjoys tranquility.

Luo Shaoxuan is ruthless, deeply scheming, and the top young master in the capital. He admires Si Qingyu.

Luo Shaoxuan: I want to be the only one in your eyes and heart.

Features a cold and calm female lead vs A noble and scheming male lead.

There will be both sweetness and torture towards the male after their marriage.