The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me? Chapter 152: The Queen’s Impossible Request

Primrose and Edmund ended up not doing anything unholy that night.

She had been so exhausted that the mont her head hit the pillow, she fell straight into a deep sleep.

It wasn’t surprising, considering she had been on the road for more than two days, and just last night, they had to sleep outdoors.

So tonight, all she wanted was one peaceful night of rest without doing anything that would leave her even more tired.

Fortunately, Edmund didn’t push her.

He didn’t complain or try to wake her for their usual "two-hour" activity.

Instead, he simply lay beside her and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close through the night, sharing his warmth.

By the ti the sun began to rise, Primrose woke up feeling refreshed, her body well-rested and her mood surprisingly good, enough to make her hum softly all morning.

After all, today she could finally begin her mission to save the Marchioness from a monster.

"Husband," Primrose tugged lightly at Edmund’s sleeve once she stepped out of their inn room. "Can you do a favor when we arrive at the Marquess’s residence?"

Edmund swallowed hard the mont he saw his wife all dressed up.

Today, Primrose wasn’t wearing anything overly fancy or extravagant, since their eting with the Marquess and Marchioness wasn’t a formal event.

She wore a soft, long-sleeved light green dress, covered by a thick white fur coat with gold accents.

The coat was so big and fluffy that she looked like she was almost swallowed up in it.

To Edmund, she looked exactly like a fluffy white rabbit.

As if her dress and coat weren’t adorable enough, Primrose had asked Marielle to braid her hair to the side, then decorate it with tiny white flowers tucked neatly into the braid.

[Why does my wife look more beautiful every single day?!]

[At this point, I don’t even know what to do to keep up with her beauty!]

The truth was, he didn’t need to do anything.

Even in the simplest clothes, Edmund still looked more handso than most n around him.

"What is it, my wife?" he asked gently, reaching out to stroke her hair with great care, making sure not to ruin the lovely hairstyle she had worked on.

Primrose’s cheeks turned a little pink at his touch. She cleared her throat, trying to calm the flutter in her chest.

"When we get there ... could you ask the Marquess to speak with you privately?" she asked softly.

She hesitated, looking slightly uncomfortable. "And ... could you say that the Marchioness and I aren’t smart enough to follow the n’s discussion?"

Edmund blinked, stunned. His brows pulled together as he stared at her in disbelief. "Why would I say sothing so insulting about you?"

[I’d rather bite my own tongue than say my wife isn’t smart!]

Primrose didn’t really want Edmund to say sothing so cruel about her.

But at the mont, it was the only way to keep the Marquess from interfering, especially when she needed ti alone with the Marchioness.

Still, it seed she needed to explain the context to her husband so he could cooperate with her properly.

"Husband, actually ... I didn’t co here just because I missed Lady Raven," she said gently.

Primrose bit the inside of her lip, unsure whether she should reveal her real intentions.

Would he understand if she suddenly admitted that her original plan was to co to Moonshadow to poison the Marquess?

"I ca to confirm sothing really important," she said, eting his eyes. "I promise I’ll tell you everything later. But for now ... can you help ? Just trust and do what I ask?"

Edmund paused for a mont, thinking to himself, [I’ve placed a spy doll in her room, and I still don’t know what she’s hiding from .]

[Just how many things does she carry on her own without ever saying a word?]

Hearing his thoughts made Primrose’s chest tighten with guilt.

She could easily understand everything Edmund felt, because she could hear his thoughts as clearly as if he spoke them aloud.

But Edmund didn’t have that sa ability.

The only way he could understand her was if she chose to speak honestly.

She should’ve realized that sooner.

She should’ve realized that sooner.

If she kept holding back like this, one day they might end up in another painful misunderstanding, and she couldn’t bear that again.

"If I agree to this," Edmund said seriously, "will you promise to tell everything afterward?"

Primrose was used to hearing her husband’s dramatic inner monologues, but this ti, his voice and thoughts were equally serious.

And for so reason, that made her feel even more uneasy.

"I promise," she said softly.

Then, almost without thinking, she lifted her pinky finger toward him. "Let’s make a promise."

What was she even doing?

Did she seriously just ask the mighty Lycan King to seal a promise with a pinky swear?

It was silly, even childish, but in that mont, she just wanted to ease the tension between them.

Because truthfully, sothing about seeing Edmund so serious ... unsettled her.

Not because she was afraid.

It was just ... maybe his stern expression reminded her of the version of him from her past life, the one that had broken her heart, even though he didn’t an to.

That thought alone was enough to send her into a panic, even if she didn’t fully understand why.

Just as she began to lower her hand, embarrassed by her own gesture, Edmund gently hooked his pinky around hers.

"Then it’s a promise," he said softly.

A bright smile blood on her lips, and she gave his hand a small shake.

"After we et with them," she said cheerfully, "I’ll tell you everything."

Edmund took her hand in his, gently rubbing the back of it with his thumb.

"Alright," he said. "Then tell , what exactly do you want to do once we’re there?"

"Just treat like I’m a piece of garbage," she said casually.

"In front of the Marquess, you can even insult . Say I’m stupid, or that I’m just a pretty ornant in your palace."

Edmund’s grip tightened slightly. He didn’t even blink. "I can’t say those things to you."

She knew it might be too much for him. But her goal was for the Marquess to let down his guard and believe that Edmund was on his side.

"If you act like you’re just as rotten as he is," Primrose said, "he’ll be more likely to trust you. Soone like him is good at hiding his true nature, so if you act like you’re just as corrupt, it might be easier to get him to reveal so information."

"Maybe just tell him you’re involved in sothing shady, too," she added. "But don’t tell him exactly what. Let him make his own assumptions."

Edmund didn’t answer right away, but the look in his eyes told her that he understood.