The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me? Chapter 495: My Wife, My Queen

"Do you mind telling what happened to my wife?" Edmund asked as he and Leofric stepped out of Primrose’s chamber, leaving Lazarus to stay with her while she rested.

"You’re really impatient," Leofric scoffed, rolling his eyes. "I traveled all this way, yet you didn’t even ask how I’m doing, or how Lorelle is. What kind of brother are you?"

Edmund looked at him with an indifferent gaze, then replied without showing much expression. "I know everything that happens in my own palace. That’s why I didn’t ask."

He had placed many spying devices around the palace, just not in Leofric’s or Lorelle’s chambers, because Leofric would have thrown them away the mont he found them.

Still, since they left their rooms, Edmund was able to keep an eye on them around the palace.

He already knew that Lady Naveer of Noirhaven had moved Lorelle’s soul from her body into a clay statue shaped to look just like her. The doll was painted so carefully that it almost looked alive, but a ritual this dangerous needed ti to fully work.

That was why Lady Naveer was still trying to properly bind Lorelle’s soul to the statue. Her room was guarded by many royal soldiers, so Edmund was sure no one could enter it while Leofric was away.

Besides, Edmund would definitely ask about Lorelle later. But for now, his wife was still his top priority, because Primrose looked extrely vulnerable.

"Alright, alright. Don’t glare at like that," Leofric said lightly. "No wonder you make enemies more easily than friends."

"What?" Edmund pretended not to hear him, but they both knew he was warning Leofric that this was not the ti to joke.

"Nothing!" Leofric quickly cleared his throat before continuing, "Please don’t interrupt while I’m trying to explain everything to you. First of all, I already know about Her Majesty’s rebirth situation. But, Edmund, that wasn’t her first life."

Leofric then told him everything that had happened to Primrose before she returned to the Duke Manor with Lazarus.

"How did you know that sothing was wrong with my wife?" Edmund suddenly interrupted Leofric in the middle of his explanation.

Leofric let out a heavy sigh. He had already warned Edmund not to interrupt him, but seeing that his brother was clearly not in the mood for jokes, he decided to let it slide.

"But first, promise you won’t get angry, alright?" Leofric said.

Edmund said nothing, clearly waiting to hear what Leofric had done before deciding how to react.

"I put a mark on your wife," Leofric stated quickly.

Edmund’s face, which had been completely expressionless, slowly changed. His brows drew together so tightly that his gaze turned frightening.

"You did what?!" His voice echoed through the hall, startling the guards standing nearby. His hand had already moved to the sword at his waist, as if he might take Leofric’s head in the next second.

"No, no, no! It’s not what you think!" Leofric quickly raised both hands, trying to stop Edmund before that blade reached his neck.

Still, he knew better than anyone that Edmund could easily cut off his hands and his head if he truly wanted to.

"Then explain it," Edmund said in a low voice. His blue eyes were so cold they seed able to rival a snowstorm.

Leofric took a few steps back and cleared his throat before saying, "The ’marking’ I ntioned isn’t the sa kind of marking done between mates. I only planted a magic detector on her, so I can imdiately know if Her Majesty’s magic is becoming abnormal."

Edmund was about to open his mouth, but Leofric quickly added, "And before you say anything, yes, I can remove it from her, so don’t worry. This magic marking is harmless."

He paused, then added, "I didn’t tell you because I was overwheld with Lorelle’s situation, not because I ant to hide it. And honestly, I didn’t think it was a big deal."

"Don’t worry, you say?" Edmund’s hand was no longer on the sword hilt, but that didn’t an the anger in his heart had faded. "Sir Leofric, she is my wife." He stepped closer, stressing every word. "My wife."

"Whether the matter is big or small, if it involves my wife, I have the right to know." Edmund narrowed his eyes, and this ti, there was not a single hint of calmness in them.

He said firmly, "And don’t forget, Primrose is also the Queen of Noctvaris. The next ti you do anything related to her, you report it to imdiately. Otherwise, you will face real punishnt for neglecting the queen’s safety."

This wasn’t the first ti Leofric had acted carelessly when it ca to Primrose. Before, he had even allowed intruders to attack her in the palace library, just to test how strong her abilities were.

Back then, Edmund had forgiven him at Primrose’s request. But this ti, he understood that if he didn’t draw a clear line now, Leofric would keep doing things like this again and again.

"I know you saved Primrose today," Edmund said firmly. "But that doesn’t erase your mistake." He looked straight at Leofric. "Do you understand?"

Leofric t Edmund’s gaze and finally straightened his back, showing that he was no longer treating this lightly.

"I understand, Your Majesty," Leofric said. "It won’t happen again."

"It won’t," Edmund repeated firmly, making sure that Leofric truly understood just how serious he was.

A short while later, Edmund spoke again. "Then what happened to my wife after you broke the mysterious man’s magic? I know sothing must have happened to her while she was unconscious."

"You’re right," Leofric said more seriously. "The problem wasn’t that simple."

He then told Edmund about what Primrose had seen inside her mory fragnts, and about the life she had lived as Rose.

Before Edmund could ask anything, Leofric continued, "I don’t know what happened to her after that. I still need to see her other mory fragnts."

Even though Leofric had lived for a very long ti, it didn’t an he knew every detail of the lives people had lived before.

"I know she has gone through several reincarnations," Leofric said quietly, "but I don’t know the details. I hope you understand."

On the other side, Edmund looked lost, like a lamb that had lost its shepherd, even his eyes no longer focused on Leofric.

All he could think about was how cruel and painful his wife’s past life must have been.

"Let’s talk again later," Edmund said at last. He then turned and walked back into Primrose’s chamber, just so he could look at her sleeping face again.