Isabella definitely doesn't dislike Wang Xiaole, otherwise she wouldn't have made him her master.

Although she finds her master to be mean-spirited and not serious, she always manages to find shining points from him.

In other words, Isabella's current perception of her master is still at the level of admiration.

As the queen, she admires her master's power and knowledge, and she can always imagine a deeper meaning behind every simple action of his.

This kind of sentiment has the potential to evolve into infatuation, but it hasn't undergone any qualitative changes yet.

Therefore, Isabella must do everything she can to avoid the possibility of her master becoming her partner.

The one who bears the main responsibility for this matter is standing here now.

Sister Glasses initially fantasized about making the queen happy and gaining some benefits from it.

However, in terms of emotions, Sister Glasses is already fortunate not to be blamed. Now, the queen has given her the only chance to make up for it:

"Are you the referee who manages the order of the arena matches, am I correct?"

"Your Majesty is correct."

"Then it's simple! You must use your power to make things difficult during tomorrow's match. It would be even better if you could find faults and disqualify Wang Xiaole on the same day."

Wouldn't it be safer if the master didn't have a chance to continue participating?

The solution that Isabella thought of was to fundamentally cut off the possibility of her master winning.

After giving orders to Sister Glasses, she thought about what might be inappropriate and solemnly added:

"I said to make things difficult, but don't go too far. Try to be gentle..."

If it's being gentle, can it still be called making things difficult?

She didn't want to hurt her master's self-esteem, but she was determined to disqualify him. These two orders were contradictory, and they were tactics that Isabella had not thought of in the past.

Care leads to chaos!

The emotions that surged within the person involved went unnoticed by the subordinates, because Sister Glasses also had something difficult to say.

"Your Majesty, I'm afraid your request will be hard to fulfill."

Looking at Sister Glasses' distressed expression, the queen's eyes immediately turned cold.

"Why? Are you unwilling to carry out the order?"

"It's not that, if there is something I can do, I promise to do my best..."

Sister Glasses waved her hands haphazardly, stepping back slowly to avoid bumping into nearby trees, leaving behind muddy footprints with each step.

"It's not that I don't want to comply, but earlier this morning when I was contacting the local lords, I chatted with them about some gossip."

"You were slacking off during work hours!"

"Your focus is always different from normal people. What I wanted to say is: news of your upcoming marriage has already spread throughout the entire country and reached the ears of all the lords!"

Rewinding the events:

This morning, Sister Glasses took the opportunity to report the good news to those people while inciting Wang Xiaole to go to the arena:

"Do you know? The person whom Her Majesty likes the most and is most likely to marry is about to participate in the martial arts competition."

"The source of the information is reliable, don't you trust me?"

"I know all the inside information and can guarantee you that the candidate for the emperor has been decided. Hurry up and manipulate the public to place their bets and make a fortune!"

It was just a conversation like the one described above.

In short, Sister Glasses was definitely well-intentioned;

Regarding the opportunity to get rich, Sister Glasses could only be considered an incidental participant. The main purpose was still to ease the tense atmosphere throughout the country before the impending war.

"All of my actions are for your benefit. I beg you to understand my genuine intentions..."

To recognize and correct one's mistakes is of great importance. The courage to admit mistakes now is the premise for correcting them in the future;

However, not at all times does an actively corrective attitude guarantee forgiveness.

For example, this time, it doesn't work!

Isabella's hand, which was folding flowers, plucked off the last petal, and it fell onto the ground nearby, getting embedded in the mud under the quickly stepping shoe sole.

Sister Glasses wished she were that petal at least, being buried in the soil, ensuring her personal safety, rather than being anxious and fearful like now.

"Come here."

"But, my legs are not obeying me."

One person moved forward while the other moved backward, and as their legs progressively accelerated, it seemed to be evolving into a chase.

But then, a sudden change occurred.

"I told you to come over."

Swoosh~

The thunder element gathered on Isabella's right shoulder, and one of the electric arcs turned into a long, thin line, curling and shooting out like a fine vine growing on the empress's shoulder.

In just two or three meters, the "thin line" arrived in the blink of an eye, coiling around and entwining one of the target's legs;

Immediately, Sister Glasses was lifted into the air, with the "line" anchoring her in an inverted position, still connected to Isabella's shoulder.

If this were not a matriarchal country, with the ruler being an emperor and not an empress, Sister Glasses would have been lucky. At most, she would have been taken to bed and then the matter would be over.

Unfortunately!

"Wuwuwu, Your Majesty, why aren't you a man?"

"If I were a man, why would I need you? I would have long replaced you with a younger, more obedient girl... Stop whining and follow me."

There was no choice, no room for argument.

I was immediately escorted by the sovereign to a place. It was large and had a unique interior design;

Aside from the lack of good air circulation, there was hardly any flaw to be found.

Three minutes later, in the basement of the palace, in a certain cell of a 5-star luxurious royal prison.

"Your Majesty, I was wrong, truly wrong! Please open the prison cell, okay?"

In the desolate cell, pleas were occasionally heard.

However, the figure that could have changed the volume of the cries decisively left without any hesitation, arrogantly departing from this dark area.

Punishment was only temporary.

One day, Isabella would eventually release the person. That day could be tomorrow, or it could be a very long time from now.