The guests were all dumbfounded. Is that one slap truly a life-turning point for the little tyrant?
Is that why when she's angry, she doesn't shout and curse, cry while kicking the floor or threaten others with her royal guards anymore?
Mariella received the guests' strange gazes, but she tacitly ignored them.
The little toddler chose to look at Erick, the fifteen-year-old boy who looked so pale that he might pee his pants anytime.
When Mariella saw Erick's false bravado, she wanted to clap and laughed like an evil queen.
Of course, the baby did tug the corner of her lips, forming a mocking and evil smirk.
"What? Cat got your tongue, Erick Haldar? Just because you're the son of Duke Haldar, does it mean you can humiliate this queen and even slap this queen?!"
Erick's face changed from pale to red, out of embarrassment.
But as someone who was pampered all his life and was hailed as a genius, how could he bear Mariella's humiliation toward him?
The young boy glared at Mariella and harrumphed.
"So your majesty can't be slapped but the princess can be bullied? Isabella, don't be too cocky. Who doesn't know that you're only the Queen in name??"
Erick looked at Lizeth, Isabella's half-sister, with a pitying look before rebuking Isabella again, as if the baby was really in the wrong.
"A tyrant like you– you don't deserve to be the queen nor be my fiance! You just slapped Lizeth and yanked her hair. She's also a royalty! Why don't you apologize to her, hm??"
Erick didn't think that Mariella would dare to do anything to him. After all, usually, Mariella could only yell at him or throw things when she's angry.
She would also order the royal guards around to threaten everyone, but she could only do that because the prime minister supported her and Duke Haldar didn't stop her.
But if she used the royal guards cultivated by Duke Haldar to harm Erick, would Duke Halder just step aside and watch?
No!
And that's why Erick had been able to anger Isabella so many times and always got away with it.
Of course, this is the first time he got physical with the toddler, but he believed that his father would still save him.
Seeing Erick's confident look, a stark contrast with his pale face a few minutes ago, Mariella's teeth ached so badly.
This boy thinks he will get away with this? Dream on!
Mariella squinted her eyes and snickered.
"Oh, oh, do you think slapping the queen is no big deal? Don't you know you just harmed the monarch? Anyone who wants to harm the monarch...aren't they a rebel?"
Mariella snorted as she pointed at Erick's young face.
"Do you want to rebel? Or maybe Duke Hardal wants to rebel because he has the royal guards under his wings? Is that it??"
BOOM!
Erick, Lizeth, and even the guests were all caught off guard. Mariella's words were really– too dangerous!
What rebellion?
If Duke Haldar was really labeled as a rebel, even if he got the royal guards under his wings, the royalty still had the royal soldiers, the military, okay?!
Erick wasn't that idiot if he could be Duke Haldar's only son and the future heir of the Haldar family.
When he heard Isabella's accusation, he almost kneeled.
What is this baby trying to do?! Don't slander us! Fck! This crime– we can't bear it!
Erick instantly lost his confidence. His sense of superiority already popped like a deflated balloon.
The young man even scrunched his back and lowered his head. His body was trembling non-stop.
He's done for. If this one slap was seen as a seed of rebellion toward the monarch– even his dad couldn't save him. Maybe his dad would also be implicated!
The surrounding guests also lowered their heads and murmured to each other, scared silly.
"Since when is the queen so good with her words? Just one sentence put Erick and the whole Haldar Family at the edge!"
"Is she trying to snatch the Royal guard under Duke Haldar?"
"I don't know. But that Erick boy really went too far."
"True. If he only insulted the queen, he wouldn't be labelled as a rebel. But to slap the Queen...that's the same as harming the monarch!"
Amidst the guests' low whispers, Mariella clapped her hands, trying to call her personal servant or something.
She knew that every queen and king should have a personal assistant. Isabella should also have one.
Indeed, following Mariella's clap signal, an old butler with a white napkin hanging on his left arm immediately strode to Mariella's side.
The old butler's hair was already fully white. His face was full of wrinkles, and he looked really old.
Yet the butler still had an imposing vibe like the head eunuch of an ancient emperor. The butler stood beside Mariella and respectfully bowed at her.
"Yes, your majesty? Your order?"
Mariella didn't know the butler's name, so she simply pointed at the butler with her raised chin and then pointed her index finger at Erick.
"Old man, tell me. What's the punishment of harming the queen, and trying to rebel? Tell that idiot over there."
Mariella didn't try to be nice with her words, yet no one could blame her. After all, she's the queen!
The butler straightened his back and seriously recited what he memorised regarding the kingdom's law.
"If someone is found harming the monarch or trying to be a rebel, the lightest punishment for nobles should be...demoted to be a commoner."
"And the harshest punishment?" Mariella raised her right eyebrow and looked at Erick as if the boy was already dead.
"Of course, it will be capital punishment."
It means death.
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