147 The Art of War

The Second Prince’s POV

“F.uck！”

I stormed into the chamber, where the sexy maids greeted me. As I stood there, they gently helped me change out of my tattered clothes and into new silk robes. I was even more upset when I saw them all with their heads bowed in fear.

"Get out! Get out of here!" I kicked the maid who was changing my shoes. She fell like a rag doll and hit the post with a loud crash. She collapsed on the floor, spitting out a mouthful of blood and soiling my expensive carpet.

The maids were so frightened that they froze for a few breaths before they realized what was happening. One by one, they knelt down and did not dare to breathe loudly. The woman was even more frightened. She looked up with tears on her face, begging me to spare her. It struck me that she was a beauty. Looking at her full breasts, round buttocks, I suddenly came to interest.

"Come here."

She immediately stood up and tried to walk over, but I stopped her.

"Don't walk, crawl, like a dog."

She knelt dow