When he raised his head, the queen glared at him, but he didn't shy away. He just stood there upright, with his hands clasped in front of him and his face calm.

After staring for a while, the queen's eyes became a little sore. She lowered her head and rubbed her eyes, "I can eat it myself. You can go out. I don't want to eat it yet."

However, it was as if he had not said this. The man still stood there upright, "I will take the plate away after you finish eating."

The implication is, I want to watch you eat. If you don�t eat, I won�t leave.

The queen was really angry now, "Why, do you still want to supervise my work? Do I have to obey your orders?"

"Everything puts Her Majesty the Queen's body first." He said calmly.

"Rick, did I make you feel that you have privileges? Or do you think you have made great achievements by helping me spy on Fred?" The Queen said displeasedly as she narrowed her eyes slightly.

Standing in front of her was Rick, this elusive man.

He stood there, his tall figure looking a bit cold and stern, and the expression on his face could not be seen clearly with the light behind him, but his whole person gave people a very lonely feeling.

"Your Majesty, no."

"If you don't even obey my orders now, I can't control you, right?"

Suddenly without warning, he grabbed the water glass at hand and threw it out.

It hit the ground, making a clear cracking sound like glass, which was particularly loud in the silent room.

However, Rick still stood there, motionless, as if nothing had happened just now.

"Your Majesty, being angry is harmful to your health." He said calmly.

"You also know that being angry is harmful to the body, and it's not all because of you." The Queen said angrily.

Although his tone was angry, he looked like a angry child, not an angry one.

Hearing her tone soften a little, Rick bent down, picked up the milk from the tray and handed it to her, "Her Majesty the Queen doesn't want to eat, so just drink some milk first to warm your stomach and help you sleep well later."

After taking the milk, the queen was about to take a sip when she heard him say it was good to sleep. She couldn't help but sigh and put it down again.

"Sleep well, nowhere else can I sleep so well!"

She sat here, on the one hand thinking about the old man's words, on the other hand, she couldn't sleep.

The old miracle doctor really spoke to her heart. No one knew how she tossed and turned every night. Sometimes she would deal with official duties until midnight. It was not that she was very dedicated, but that she really couldn't sleep.

This feeling of wanting to sleep and not being able to sleep is really too uncomfortable and painful.

Moreover, not only could she not sleep, she also had to be constantly on guard against people around her plotting evil intentions, and against anyone trying to seize her position. This feeling of walking on thin ice also made her very miserable.

The most painful thing is that you can't tell anyone about this feeling, you can only bear it by yourself.

Seeing her stop, Rick moved his eyebrows but said nothing.

The Queen pondered for a while, then raised her head and looked at him, "Rick, are you afraid of death?"

Rick: "..."

"Forget it, it's useless to ask. You must have said you're not afraid of death!" After thinking about it, I knew his answer, so I asked too much.

Rick's lips moved and he said, "It is my honor to lay down my life for Her Majesty the Queen." JrNovels.com