The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me?!-Chapter 115: The Queen Who Misses Her Childhood (I)

"But Father ... are you really alright traveling on his back at such a high speed?" Primrose asked worriedly. "I mean, you’re not that young anymore, and your back ... haven’t you often complained about back pain?"

"What are you talking about?!" Lazarus frowned, looking offended by her words. "I’m not that old! And my back is perfectly fine!"

Primrose hissed under her breath. Hadn’t he been calling himself an old man just a moment ago? Why was he suddenly acting so sensitive about it?

[My back was killing me when I came here.]

See? His back really wasn’t in good condition.

[But a bit of back pain is nothing compared to seeing my Rosie.]

Now Primrose couldn’t help but feel sad again. Why did her father have to go through so much just to see her?

"Still, maybe it’s too much for you to come all the way here once a month," Primrose said, gripping her father’s hand tightly. Then she added firmly, "Don’t worry, Father. I’ll have everything settled by next month, and then I’ll come visit you instead."

Primrose had been doing her best to secure her position as queen.

Once she officially took on her duties, her visit to the Vellmoria Empire would be considered an honor, especially if the emperor heard many good things about her.

It wouldn’t be possible for her to visit Illvaris and her father frequently, and she also hoped she wouldn’t encounter any bandits next time.

"Don’t push yourself too hard," Lazarus warned her. "You could get sick if you overwork."

Primrose frowned. "Father, how can a queen just relax all the time? I have to work hard to lighten my husband’s burden."

Before Lazarus could turn to Edmund and start complaining that he was making his daughter work too much, the Lycan King spoke up, "Wife, you can take it easy. I don’t mind carrying the extra workload at all."

Primrose had been trying her best to act like a responsible adult, but it felt like both her husband and her father were determined to keep her as their spoiled young lady.

Not that she minded being spoiled, but she wanted to take on real responsibilities too.

"That’s fine. I don’t mind the work either," Primrose said with a smile, glancing back and forth between her husband and father. "If I don’t do anything, I’ll just end up getting stressed. Do you want me to be stressed?"

"No!"

Edmund and Lazarus answered at the same time and quickly cleared their throats after raising their voices. Lazarus spoke first, "Just don’t work yourself sick."

Primrose bit back a laugh. If her father ever found out that she had once gotten sick from staring at too many numbers, he would probably make a huge fuss over it. Some things were better kept from a worrying parent.

"Don’t worry, Father," Edmund said firmly. "I won’t let my wife overwork herself."

Lazarus patted Edmund’s shoulder a few times before gripping it tightly. "Son, you better keep that promise."

Primrose frowned as she watched their interaction.

Seriously, since when did the two of them start acting like a real father and son? Had they been this close in her first life too? Primrose doubted it.

Edmund was an awkward man, there was no way he would have casually suggested calling Lazarus ’Father’ back then.

No, wait.

Now that she thought about it, Primrose was curious. Had Edmund and her father ever even interacted in her previous life? After all, she had never seen them meet back then.

She thought about it for a moment, recalling the things Lazarus had written in his letters. It felt like Primrose had seen her father mention Edmund once, just once.

What did it say?

Something about Edmund telling him that she was doing fine, and that she hadn’t replied to his letters because she was too busy.

Was that it?

But why hadn’t she paid much attention to it back then?

Oh, right, the day that letter arrived, she had been upset.

There were ugly rumors going around, saying she was having an affair with a soldier.

Because of that, she had only skimmed through her father’s letter before heading out for a long walk in the palace gardens to clear her head.

After walking around the garden twenty times, she had come back to her room, planning to sit down and read the letter properly.

But she had been too tired.

The moment she touched the bed, she fell asleep and after that, she completely forgot about the letter.

Honestly, she might never have remembered it at all if she hadn’t been thinking about it so hard just now.

Still, didn’t that mention alone prove that Lazarus and Edmund had known each other, even if only a little?

Knowing Edmund, her husband had probably just said that she was fine, so he wouldn’t make Lazarus worry.

Well, he didn’t know about all the awful things Primrose had gone through, so in his eyes, of course, his wife must have seemed perfectly fine, just a little too solitary.

"Father, are you still keeping my room in our house?" Primrose asked, patting the seat beside her, inviting him to sit down as she gently changed the topic to something lighter.

She wanted to ask more about her father’s relationship with Edmund, but honestly, it would just waste the precious time they had together.

She could always ask Edmund about it later.

For now, she wanted to enjoy this little moment with her father and remember the old days.

"Silly child, of course your bedroom is still there," Lazarus chuckled. "Did you really think I would clean it out and turn it into something else? You left too many of your belongings behind. The maids would have collapsed from exhaustion if I had asked them to empty it."

It had been three years since Primrose had last set foot in her bedroom.

Sometimes, she missed her old bedroom, missing the soft scent of her childhood, the cozy room filled with shades of light green and beige.

But more than anything, she missed the feeling.

She missed being woken up by the maids in the morning, missed having them help her dress.

She missed choosing pretty dresses so she could follow her father to his distillery, learning the business she once thought she would inherit one day.

Unfortunately, the life she had carefully planned had suddenly been ripped away from her.

She had been forced to abandon her lifestyle, her dreams, even her friends, all to become a bridge of peace between two races.

She used to resent that.

But now ... she had learned to simply let life carry her along and do what she could with the time she was given.

After talking with her father for a while, Edmund suddenly said, "I think ... Father needs to return to Illvaris now."