The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing-Chapter 525 - 296: An Su Exceeds Count Karlo’s Wish_2

She was referring to the Golden Bunch of Delphinium.

"I am looking forward to having a real tea ceremony with you," Cersei revealed a perfect smile, "then we can delve into each other's art of flower arrangement."

Below the calm and gentle tone lurked a deluge of madness and brutality.

God damn tea parties... This is just a Martial Arts Tournament!

An Su knew that the flower tea Cersei served was irrigated with human corpses as fertilizer.

To talk about exploring each other's tea ceremony, I think it's more about exploring each other's art of killing... An Su smiled expressionlessly, knowing he would inevitably fight this woman, but not now.

"This girl is not bad, she even knows how to brew tea, comes from a good family, and looks very clean,"

Count Karlo secretly sent a message to An Su,

"Go ask her how much her dowry is for one night, and if it's possible to get a receipt."

Old fart, you're going to mess with invoices tonight, aren't you!

An Su thus gained a new understanding of Count Karlo's... or rather, the three families of the border region's madness. The surrounding Nobility were all very respectful toward the Royal Family, yet his father dared to quote a price for Princess Farol!

Quoting a price is one thing, but wanting a receipt is another!

He knew the relationship between the border regions and the Royal Family was always tense; if it weren't for the political intervention by the Moon Family, conflicts between the central and local authorities might have already erupted.

Thinking about it, Count Karlo's adventures in the Imperial Capital during his younger days probably weren't any less scandalous than An Su's.

An Su imperceptibly shook his head; to deal with Princess Cersei, one couldn't act this way. The more you struggle against this mad woman, the more she thrives; the more you provoke her, the happier she becomes. To deal with her, one must press down on her from another level.

If you want to discuss the art of flowers, then I shall discuss it with you.

Cersei's art of flowers involved growing them from corpses. Following this line of thought, An Su naturally had his own art of flowers.

"Your Majesty the Princess, in my view, growing flowers requires not only [soil] but also an agent for pollination and dissemination,"

An Su smiled and said, "Like little honey bees... And I happen to have developed a type of little honey bee that can collect nectar in your [soil]. I would like to offer it as a gift to you."

"Hmm..." Cersei sounded slightly puzzled, letting out a soft hum as she looked at An Su, pondering his underlying meaning.

Her soil was corpses, and the honey bees that could collect nectar from corpses were...

Cersei seemed to think of something, a long-sealed painful memory slowly awakening. She blinked her eyes in astonishment, looking at An Su.

Could it be?

"I have brought back..."

An Su stepped closer, whispering in Cersei's ear in a voice as low as a demon's,

"The Flower Fairy and the Fallen Angel were not completely destroyed,

"I have brought back one of each from the Nether World."

"Do you want them?"

Mr. An Su... you demon among demons!

Those that should have been obliterated in the Alchemy Workshop, you actually brought them back into this world!

And now you want to breed mosquitoes in corpses?!

Even the Chosen One of the Plague Secret Sect isn't as plague-ridden as you are!

Even someone as deranged as Cersei had to admit admiration for An Su's pure malice. Such a nature only appears once in thousands of years.

"They can pollinate and collect nectar in the corpses, can't they?" An Su's lips split into a stern smile as he whispered to the Princess, "This is my art of flowers. Shall I give all these little bees to you?"

Upon hearing this, an inexplicable buzzing sounded in Cersei's ears, as if coming from the essence of her soul. Even if memories were erased, this primal itch could not be stopped.

It was the Saint's instinct sending a warning.

"Mr. An Su, you truly have a sense of humor," Princess Cersei barely managed to maintain her smile. She stared at An Su with wistful eyes and sincerely said, "Indeed, your art of flowers surpasses mine."

Seeing the Princess brought down a peg, Luo Xiaohei stood back up, pointed his tail at Cersei, and started meowing with laughter as he clutched his belly.

"You've forgotten one thing, Prince Cersei." An Su whispered into Cersei's ear, his smile becoming more frenzied as he pummeled his attack, "Before the exam... it seems we had a bet, have you forgotten?"

The Princess was sweating profusely now.

She remembered, there indeed had been such a bet.

"Mr. An Su, you can't do this."

Even the usually calm and composed Princess Cersei, the future Tyrant Empress, was now flustered. After coming out of the exam, she subconsciously didn't deal with this matter, thinking it would just go away, but she didn't anticipate An Su's pettiness to remember everything so clearly.

Her deep golden eyes trembled slightly, the proud and elegant look now revealing hesitation. Cersei lightly pursed her lips, her pale fingers clenching the hem of her dress then slowly releasing. She turned her face away, avoiding An Su's gaze,

"Insulting the Royal Family is against the law," she said, her voice as low as an insect's chirp.

"So not keeping promises, breaking your word, doesn't go against the law and justice?" An Su questioned.

An Su's voice was deep, showing a pleased smile.

Cersei Milton, it was you who invited me to this banquet,

it was you who dragged me into these muddy waters, who put me on the spit, set up between the Royal Family and the Church,

it was you who started it.

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So don't blame me for fanning the flames as high as they'll go! And for dragging you down with me!

"You are the most just Princess, will you turn your back on your justice? Will you betray your justice? Will you become a villain who breaks promises? Answer me, Prince Cersei"