CHAPTER 318: THE FORBIDDEN DIARIES

Primrose stared at the stack of notebooks for a long while, torn between opening them or just leaving them alone.

She knew her husband wasn’t the type who acted soft and kind toward others all the time. That’s why she wouldn’t be surprised if he had written about torturing people in those pages.

But ... wouldn’t it be exciting to take a look?

Maybe just a little peek wouldn’t hurt.

Primrose glanced around the office, turning her head in every direction to make sure she was alone.

She was honestly quite puzzled why Edmund hadn’t placed even a single spying device in his own office, yet he had installed so many in her bedroom.

How did she know? It was actually simple. If Edmund had placed even one spying device in his office, he would have known that Primrose had taken his diary back then. But it turned out he was completely clueless until she told him herself.

Besides that, if there were any spying devices now, Edmund would have barged in the moment she tried to open one of his diaries.

Well, she promised herself she would just ... take a peek, maybe two pages would be enough.

"Let’s see ...." Her hand hovered over the pile before picking the notebook at the very bottom. "What kind of people made you angry, husband?"

Unlike his usual diary, there was no date on each page, so Primrose immediately began reading the first page.

[My wife forbade me to kiss her feet—]

Primrose instantly snapped the book shut and froze for a moment. Her gaze went blank as she stared forward before slowly blinking a few times.

What ... what the hell was that?

Wasn’t this supposed to be his "bad" diary? The one filled with torture and bloody confessions? So why did she see the words ’wife’ and ’feet’ in the very first sentence?

Could this be the real forbidden book, where he wrote down his deepest, most hidden desires? Or was this just one odd notebook among many?

Her face grew hot with embarrassment, but curiosity gnawed at her. After taking a deep breath, she opened it again.

[I would be happy if my wife stepped on my face.]

BAM!

Primrose slammed it shut so hard the sound echoed through the room. She even had the urge to throw it on the floor, but thankfully she managed to restrain herself because she didn’t want Edmund’s "precious" book to get damaged.

In the end, she pushed that book aside and quickly grabbed another.

[Those damned spies from the Vellmoria Kingdom are truly testing my patience.]

Ah, this one seemed more ... normal.

[My wife and I are doing well, but I heard from Father that bad rumors about us are spreading in the Vellmoria Kingdom.]

[They claim I’m a womanizer because I allowed another woman to sneak into my bedroom, and they say my wife has been reduced to a sex slave, which is why she rarely leaves her chamber.]

Primrose’s jaw dropped when she read that. It seemed like Leah’s incident had also reached those spies, and now they thought Edmund enjoyed spending the night with other women.

What nonsense was this? Did they miss the part where the mighty Lycan King banished Leah to the Forsaken North for sneaking into his bedroom?

And if that wasn’t bad enough, they dared to say he had turned his wife into a sex slave?

Who the hell spread these lies?! She didn’t even spend all her time locked in her room!

Well, maybe she did. But it was only when she was sick or after the tragedy in Moonshadow that she really stayed inside for days.

Did the spies think she stayed in her room so long after returning from Moonshadow because Edmund had forbidden her from going out so that he could use her every night?

What a joke.

Her husband hadn’t even stepped foot into her chamber during that time.

Sex slave, my ass.

Edmund would rather cut off his own dick than ever think of her that way.

Besides, how could anyone think Edmund had forced her to be his sex slave when she was always smiling every time she was near him?!

Did they believe she was only faking her happiness, just to please him and seduce him? Was it simply because her husband rarely smiled, so they assumed he didn’t care about her that much?

Those bastards ...

Without even realizing it, Primrose’s fingers clenched the notebook paper so tightly it crumpled. Her nose scrunched in anger, her jaw tight, and she ground her teeth hard enough to hear it.

How dare they insult her husband like that!

How dare they compare Edmund to those filthy kings who stuffed their palaces with concubines and women slaves!

Edmund would never do that!

But why hadn’t her husband ever told her about this? Even her father had never mentioned such gossip in any of his letters.

Now Primrose couldn’t help but wonder, what kind of rumors had spread through the Vellmoria Empire in her first life?

Were they just as bad as now? Or perhaps even worse?

Primrose let out a heavy sigh, feeling like her life would never be free from gossips.

Maybe Edmund and Lazarus had kept it from her on purpose, not wanting to make her sad or burden her with stress.

But still, she had the right to know this kind of information.

She was a grown woman, not some kind of a little girl who needed to be shielded from everything.

She would have to talk to Edmund about this later.

With that thought, Primrose turned another page of the diary.

[Today I found the man who spread vile rumors about my wife.]

Her eyes widened. What? Edmund had tracked him down?

[That filthy bastard was nothing but a pervert who saw women as objects, especially my wife.]

[The Emperor of Vellmoria may be seen as the key to peace between beasts and humans, but if one of his men dares to cross the line and taint my wife’s name, then I will not sit still.]

[He needs to understand that I am also the key to peace between the two races.]

Primrose swallowed hard, her chest tightening. This was a side of Edmund she had rarely seen before.

He wasn’t just her husband, he was the mighty Lycan King. He wasn’t some dog who could be chained by an Emperor.

If the Emperor ever dared to slip a leash around his neck, Edmund would sink his fangs into the man’s throat in return.

In her first life, the reason Edmund restrained himself so much was because he feared Primrose would hate him even more. That was why he took another path by finding a safe place to hide her in the future.

But now, in this life, Edmund knew she loved him. He knew she would always be by his side, and that gave him the courage to bite back without hesitation.

Besides, it seemed Edmund had already prepared a plan to rescue her father if the politics in the Vellmoria Empire ever turned too dangerous, just in case Lazarus got dragged into the chaos.

[That bastard even disguised himself as a soldier in my palace and hid inside my wife’s bathroom, waiting for her.]

What? He hid in where?!

[But he didn’t know I could recognize the scent of every man under my command. Luckily, I caught him before my wife entered the bath.]

[How dare he try to touch my wife right under my nose. I’ll never allow any man to lay a hand on my Primrose or make her feel dirty and unworthy the way she once did.]

Primrose was too stunned to speak because she hadn’t known a single thing about this!

[He dared to think such filthy thoughts about my Primrose! It would be better if he didn’t have a head anymore, so he’d never think again.]

[It seems the Emperor of Vellmoria no longer dares to send too many spies into my lands after I returned his spy’s head.]

Primrose bit her thumbnail, her foot tapping restlessly against the floor. Would Edmund really be safe after doing something like this to the Emperor?

Maybe he had made it clear that the spy had crossed a line, which forced the Emperor to apologize by withdrawing his spies from Noctvaris.

Primrose closed the diary slowly, her hands trembling on the cover. For a moment, she just sat there, staring blankly at the pile of notebooks on the desk. Her heart was racing too fast, her mind spinning with everything she had just read.

No, she didn’t find Edmund frightening. On the contrary, she felt relieved that he had been protecting her behind her back. However, she couldn’t deny that she was worried the Emperor might do something terrible to Edmund if he bit too hard.

The Emperor of Vellmoria always put on the face of a righteous, kind-hearted ruler before the people, but many nobles knew behind closed doors, he was ruthless.

The older nobles in Vellmoria Empire, including Lazarus, remembered well how the Emperor had secured his throne. He had slaughtered his five brothers with his own hands and then disguised the massacre as the work of a rebel group.