Meanwhile, in the Emperor’s office.

“What on earth am I supposed to do!?”

The Emperor paced anxiously in front of a few nobles who had long claimed to be on his side. Although it was during official working hours and he was dressed in a perfectly tailored uniform, the crooked mustache, bloodshot eyes, and sallow complexion clearly indicated that he was far from composed.

A crumpled newspaper in the Emperor’s hand revealed a glimpse of the headline through the creased paper.

**"Who really belongs in prison?"**

The article openly pointed out that while one of the gentlemen involved in the honor duel was merely placed under house arrest due to his injuries, the other was locked away in prison. The press was making no effort to hide their criticism. It was clear how the already furious public, enraged by the Third Prince’s involvement in the scandalous new drug, was reacting to this development.

For the past couple of months, Eldon had been in upheaval, with the side effects of the new drug, the collapse of businesses, investors’ outcry, and workers’ riots. And now, the Emperor’s only alpha son had once again added fuel to the fire.