Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Empress Maria Asa nodded slightly, a hint of determination flashing in her eyes, and responded, "Don't worry, Grandpa, I know what to do." She knew in her heart that this trip back to the Imperial Capital would not be peaceful, but for Soren's sake, she was prepared to face anything.

"Then return to the Imperial Capital tomorrow!"

Soren looked around at the elders present and, seeing them all nodding in agreement, he readily agreed.

After all, these elders were participating in this matter out of concern and care for him, so naturally, he couldn't refuse their good intentions.

In fact, Soren had his own plans in mind when he suggested delaying it by one more day.

He intended to take advantage of this last bit of time to visit the Narik Maze.

During the previous battle, he had collected many corpses of Orcish powerhouses, which were quite important 'gifts' for the Honored One. He could take this opportunity to deliver them, show his worth to the Honored One, and make up for the regret of failing to deliver the puppet matter earlier.

Moreover, he had another matter on his mind: he wanted to buy two more Potential Breakthrough Potions to deal with those two in the Imperial Palace.

Barite stood aside, feeling very anxious, wanting to say that it was still early in the day and there was plenty of time to leave for the Imperial Capital now.

However, when he slightly raised his eyes and felt the dissatisfied gazes of the surrounding Saint-level powerhouses, he instantly wilted like a frostbitten eggplant, swallowing the words that had reached his lips and wisely closing his mouth.

He didn't want to cause any unnecessary trouble because of his own talkativeness; after all, these Saint-level powerhouses were not easy to provoke.

Among these people, Hufu was the most unhappy.

He had been planning a major event for some time, which was to have his younger sister bring his niece over, preparing to introduce the niece to His Highness the Crown Prince.

He thought that if he could facilitate this marriage and have his niece marry into the Imperial Family, then his family could form a marital alliance with the Imperial Family, and their status and influence in the Empire would inevitably be greatly enhanced.

But now, the sudden news of being summoned back to the Imperial Capital was like a bucket of cold water, mercilessly extinguishing the beautiful expectations in his heart, very likely causing all his carefully prepared plans to fall through.

Hufu's face was gloomy, his heart filled with resentment towards this sudden change, but he could only helplessly accept reality, secretly pondering what to do next.

The next day, very early in the morning, before the sky was even faintly bright, the camp was already bustling with activity, everyone preparing for Soren's return to the Imperial Capital.

To show off their status and make a grand display, they even used eight tall, sturdy horses to pull the carriage.

The eight horses were all glossy-coated and agile, their hooves making a neat and powerful sound on the ground, as if playing a heroic movement.

Fortunately, there was no concept of 'overstepping' in this world. If it were somewhere else, Soren's high-profile departure would probably be seen as harboring ulterior motives and wanting to rebel.

Outside the carriage, there were only a thousand Royal Guard knights protecting them.

After all, the Northwest war situation had just stabilized, and all sides needed troops to guard against Orcish attacks or other emergencies, so Soren did not dare to mobilize too many troops to accompany him.

However, Soren felt very calm in his heart. His greatest reliance was not the number of external guards, but the two undead puppets, Ada and A'er, hidden in the shadows.

As for Robert and Hank, they were prepared to return to the Imperial Capital to support Soren.

Hank also had another identity, which was the father of Empress Dowager Aifeina, who already had deep roots and a very high voice in the Imperial Family.

Robert was even more remarkable. As a veteran of three dynasties, he was highly respected and had now broken through to the Saint-level, making his prestige and status even more prominent.

With the two of them present, even if Princess Meilin had any intentions of harming Soren, she would probably have to think twice and dare not act rashly.

The Crown Prince's carriage moved slowly along the road. Because the dust raised along the way was too much, the attendants had drawn the curtains of the carriage early to prevent dust from entering.

The interior of the carriage was very spacious, measuring seven or eight square meters, and was decorated quite exquisitely and comfortably.

In the middle was a small table, the surface of which was wiped clean and shiny, neatly arranged with various kinds of snacks and pastries, emitting an enticing sweet aroma that made people feel even hungrier.

Empress Maria Asa stood up gracefully, picked up the milk jug on the table, and poured a cup of warm milk for Soren with an elegant movement. The milk rippled slightly in the delicate cup, shimmering with a pure white luster. She said softly, "We left early in the morning, you haven't had breakfast yet!" Her words were full of concern.

Soren's gaze, however, returned from the curtain, a strange light flashing in his eyes. In the next moment,

he suddenly reached out and pulled Empress Maria Asa into his arms, letting her sit on his lap.

Empress Maria Asa did not expect Soren to act so suddenly, letting out a soft exclamation, her cheeks instantly dyed with a blush.

Soren's lips curled up in a wicked smile, and he leaned close to Empress Maria Asa's ear, his warm breath spraying on her neck, and whispered, "Maria, more than breakfast, I want to eat you more." His words were full of ambiguous hints, and his eyes burned with fiery desire.

Empress Maria Asa's face turned even redder. She glared at Soren reproachfully, then stubbornly fed the milk in her hand into Soren's mouth, trying to divert his attention, while saying with some shyness and annoyance, "Stop it, we're in the carriage, there are people all around."

Her heart beat faster involuntarily. Although she refused verbally, her body in Soren's arms also revealed a hint of undisguised coyness and attachment.

This was all because she had been playing this kind of role-playing game with Soren, making Empress Maria Asa bolder and bolder in matters of sweetness.

"Who told my Maria to be so tempting?" Soren's hand had already reached into her skirt.

Empress Maria Asa was already used to his antics and continued to feed him milk.

"Eat your fill first, then you'll have the strength to 'do things' later."