The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me?!-Chapter 62: The King’s Wife is Brilliant

The clock had already passed two in the morning, just a few hours left before sunrise.

Edmund had spent the entire day outside the palace, dealing with—or perhaps even killing—the Zahari tribe, who had caused chaos in the capital.

However, here she was, keeping him from resting the moment he stepped back into the palace.

If there was a test called ’Are You a Good Wife?’, Primrose was sure she’d fail it miserably.

"I’m strong," Edmund replied quickly.

[I-I mean, I’m not tired yet, Wife!]

Primrose sighed quietly, realizing Edmund wasn’t bragging. He wasn’t trying to act tough, he genuinely didn’t seem tired yet.

"Do you ... still want to hear about what happened today?" Edmund asked carefully, almost sounding like he hoped she would say no so she could go to bed.

[Wife, it’s late. You should be asleep by now.]

It was late, but she had already come this far.

After making such a mess of his study and stealing his precious time, how could she go to bed without hearing what she came for?

"I still want to," Primrose said with a soft smile. "And I want to know what my husband does when I’m not with him."

Edmund stayed silent for a second, as if carefully choosing his words. His icy-blue eyes darkened slightly, showing the heaviness of the topic.

After a long silence, Edmund finally sat beside Primrose. Without saying a word, he reached under the table, pulled out a blanket, and gently wrapped it around her shoulders.

His simple action made Primrose blink in surprise, but she stayed quiet.

"The Zahari Tribe is testing my patience," he finally said. "They’ve been trying to use the Urdak Tribe to send me a message."

Primrose tilted her head slightly. "What kind of message?"

"They want freedom," Edmund said plainly. "They no longer wish to be under Noctvaris." He clenched his fist, his voice calm but filled with hidden anger. "And to make sure I get the message clearly, they threatened to cause chaos. If I don’t give in ... they will attack other tribes, innocent ones, to prove their point."

After witnessing the damage caused by the Zahari Tribe both in the Urdak territory and even reaching the capital, Edmund and a few of his soldiers had no choice but to go straight to the Zahari village near the border.

There, instead of showing remorse, the Zahari leaders pushed harder, demanding freedom, despite knowing full well they had no right to ask for it.

"Actually, it’s not like I desperately want to keep them under Noctvaris," Edmund admitted, leaning back slightly. "But if I let them break free, they’ll just cause destruction somewhere else."

Primrose’s brows furrowed. "Are they that dangerous?"

"They are," Edmund said firmly. "The Zahari Tribe isn’t just a rebellious group. They’re practically a group of organized bandits. They’ve been raiding villages and threatening smaller tribes for years. The only reason they haven’t caused a big disaster is because I have been holding them back."

He had placed soldiers near their territory to watch their every move. However, in order to kill the Urdak chief and his family, they tracked down each soldier and killed them without mercy.

"If I let them go far, they’ll turn into a plague for the borderlands. They’ll attack human villages too, not just beast tribes. I can’t afford to unleash that chaos into the world."

Primrose could see it now, this wasn’t about pride, or wanting power over them. Edmund was thinking about the bigger picture, the people who would suffer if the Zahari Tribe was left alone.

"What about the Urdak Tribe?" Primrose asked softly. "Did they really kill the Zahari Chief’s son? Actually ... I’m not so sure they did. Maybe ... it was the Zahari themselves who did it?"

Edmund’s eyes widened. [How does my wife know about that so quickly?!]

Edmund leaned closer. "Why do you say that?" he asked, genuinely curious.

Primrose hesitated for a moment, but then calmly answered, "Because it doesn’t make sense. The Urdak Tribe has always avoided unnecessary conflict."

At least, that was the information Primrose had gathered from the palace soldiers.

She had quietly gone from one soldier to another, carefully cross-checking their stories until she was sure the information wasn’t just a rumor.

"They might be hot-headed and stubborn," she continued, "but I doubt they’d go as far as to provoke the Zahari like this, knowing it could lead to a bloodbath."

Her gaze softened as she looked down. "And ... it’s just a feeling, I guess."

[My wife is too sharp ... no, she’s brilliant.]

Edmund felt both surprised and ... proud.

Wasn’t he being a little too dramatic?

Primrose had only connected a few small pieces of information and gathered the rest through simple gossip. That was all. Then—BAM—she could already see the bigger picture.

"Wife," Edmund said gently, eyes never leaving her. "Have you ... always paid attention to the tribes and their ways?"

Primrose blinked at him, a little confused by the question. "I’ve always liked listening," she said lightly. "When people talk, I listen."

And sometimes, she’d turn those talks into gossip for fun, nothing serious.

[So that’s how she gathered all this? By just listening?]

Edmund’s heart softened even more. He thought he had married a fragile flower.

But what sat in front of him was someone far sharper, someone who might just be the queen Noctvaris needed all along.

[My wife is brilliant! I’m nothing compared to her.]

"So, what happened after that?" she asked softly. "Judging by your bloody clothes ... I’m guessing your meeting with the Zahari Tribe didn’t go well."

Edmund hesitated, his lips slightly parted as if he wanted to speak but couldn’t find the words.

He even looked like he might run away at any second if Primrose weren’t holding his hand tightly.

[It’s nothing new for beasts to kill each other, especially the ones who deserve it,] he thought bitterly.

But then his gaze shifted to his wife. [But ... My wife is so kind and delicate. Will she think I’m too cruel? Too barbaric?]