Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Seeing this, Barite felt anxious. He knew very well that the task assigned by the eldest princess could not be easily brushed aside.

So he quickly reminded, "Your Highness, His Majesty's meaning is that you return to the capital immediately." He deliberately emphasized the words "immediately," trying to make Soren take it seriously.

"Is this truly Father's will?" Soren stopped flipping through official documents, slowly raised his head, and asked coldly.

His eyes, like sharp blades, pierced straight at Barite, as if to penetrate his heart and see through the true intention behind his words.

Barite suddenly felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. He opened his mouth, but didn't dare to answer.

He knew very well that these words were actually the eldest princess's intention, and not truly the Emperor's decree.

But he didn't dare to tell the truth in front of Soren. After all, the current Crown Prince was not easy to fool. If he displeased him, he wouldn't have a good time.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the main tent instantly became heavy, as if the air had solidified.

At this time, a burst of rapid footsteps came, and Alonso, having received the news, rushed in first. His eyes revealed concern and doubt, and his gaze swept back and forth between Soren and Barite, trying to figure out the current situation.

Immediately following, Royal Concubine Mariasha also arrived in haste.

Despite a night of conquest, her steps this morning were still steady. Although her expression showed a hint of breathlessness from rushing, her innate noble temperament remained undiminished.

Her gaze first landed on Soren, nodding slightly in acknowledgment, and then shifted her gaze to Barite, a hint of scrutiny flashing in her eyes.

Subsequently, Robert, Hank, and other important imperial officials and Saint-ranked experts also arrived one after another.

Their expressions were either serious or their gazes were profound. Each person exuded a powerful aura, the majesty belonging to the strong.

For a time, the entire tent seemed to be shrouded in an invisible pressure, and everyone's eyes were focused on Barite.

Barite felt as if he was being focused on by countless hot rays, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

He looked around, secretly shocked.

Except for a few people, almost everyone in this tent was a Saint-ranked expert!

He had lived for most of his life, and not to mention being watched by so many Saint-ranked experts at the same time, he had never even seen a scene with so many Saint-ranked experts present at the same time.

This kind of formation made him both fearful and inexplicably excited. After all, being able to come into such close contact with so many of the empire's top experts was also an extremely rare experience, but the current situation really made him unable to cope.

Alonso asked impolitely, "What exactly is going on? Explain yourself clearly, don't stammer here!"

In this vast empire, his identity was truly special and noble. As the Empress Dowager's younger brother, his seniority was quite high.

In the past, because he had not yet broken through to the Saint-rank, his own strength was limited, and coupled with the fact that the family's power was also gradually weakening, even with this noble identity, he consciously found it inconvenient to show it off too much.

However, things were different now. He had successfully broken through to the Saint-rank, his strength had greatly increased, and the family was also thriving under his leadership, so it could be said that things were not what they used to be.

At this moment, he naturally had enough confidence and qualifications to display this identity and speak with his back straight in front of everyone.

Here, he was indeed the only one who dared to put on such airs and speak like this. Even if His Majesty the Emperor and the Empress Dowager were to come here in person, according to seniority, they would have to respectfully call him an elder.

Barite was frightened by Alonso's series of questions. He hurriedly wiped the beads of sweat constantly emerging from his forehead, which slid down his cheeks, wetting his collar. His body trembled slightly, and his voice became trembling, stammering, "Your Majesty... Your Majesty asked this humble servant to invite Your Highness the Crown Prince back to the capital..."

"Back to the capital for questioning."

"What questioning? Tell us," Alonso's lips curled up slightly, but his eyes revealed an unquestionable majesty. He was clearly asking a question he already knew the answer to, just to make Barite confess the truth behind it.

Barite was already sweating profusely, the sweat flowing down his back like a stream, soaking a large area of his clothes.

Seeing Barite's timid and silent appearance, Alonso couldn't help but snort coldly in his heart.

In an instant, a powerful pressure was released from his body, rushing towards Barite like a tangible force, almost crushing Barite to the ground.

Barite felt his legs weaken, as if a mountain was pressing down on him, making it extremely difficult to breathe. His face was full of horror, and he could only struggle to support himself.

For a long time, the atmosphere in the tent was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe. Just as the stalemate continued, Robert finally stood up and acted as a peacemaker.

"Alright, Alonso, it seems that His Majesty really has something for the Crown Prince to return to the capital for. How about this!

Hank and I will accompany His Highness the Crown Prince back to the capital," Robert's voice was steady and peaceful, trying to ease the tense atmosphere.

He knew that it was not appropriate to make things too stiff at this moment, after all, it involved many internal affairs of the royal family, and a slight carelessness could trigger even greater waves.

Hearing that Robert and Hank, two important imperial officials, were going to accompany His Highness the Crown Prince back to the capital, Barite's mouth opened slightly, his face full of surprise, but he couldn't say anything.

He knew that originally, it was just the eldest princess wanting His Highness the Crown Prince to return to the capital as soon as possible, but now the situation seemed to be getting more and more complicated. With these two accompanying him, His Highness the Crown Prince's every move in the capital would probably be closely watched, and it wouldn't be so easy to act according to the eldest princess's wishes.

"Okay, that's settled," Alonso nodded slightly, then looked at Royal Concubine Mariasha, his eyes carrying a bit of concern and deep meaning, and said, "The situation in the Northwest has temporarily stabilized, you should also accompany Soren back to the capital,

lest he be bullied."

When Alonso said the word "bullied," he deliberately emphasized it, the tone clearly revealing his concern about the unfavorable things that might happen to Soren.

He understood that the capital was very deep, and the royal family was even more turbulent. Although Soren had many merits this time, it was hard to guarantee that someone would secretly trip him up. Having Royal Concubine Mariasha accompany him would be a good way to have someone to look after him and provide more security.