(Former) Prince's Wife
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"Kanjeng, why ask permission? Kanjeng is the direct son of Paduka Sultan. Just ask for a permit at home."

I smiled faintly at Fadlan's whining.

He must have been tired of going back and forth to ask for the licensing of pharmaceutical companies, which never signed.

This time I turned in business. No longer in the property business that I usually go in.

In addition to wanting to develop the health progress of the country, which I planned in the coronation later, I also want to know how difficult it is for ordinary people to open their businesses.

In the health sector, my company has passed the test.

Only in terms of legality of business licenses that do not go down.

I raised my hand. Silence a servant who was about to announce my arrival.

Epung Widjianto's.

The Roman era trade minister.

Should he continue his career in my era?

My thoughts are different from Romo's. I don't like working with someone who isn't qualified. Even if it's your own family.

Widjianto still continues the lineage of the Sultanate Family, but their blood has been reduced a lot.

Someone galloped from the direction of De'Epu's study, my relative's call to the Minister of Trade. Calls outside of work.

The shadow hit my shoulder.

My hand reflexively caught the almost fallen figure.

My eyes scanned.

She seems to be a woman. With messy clothes attached to his white body.

Her eyes are red. Like holding back a cry.

"Help me!"

He hiccups and is unconscious.

"Kanjeng, give it to me," Fadlan's pinta that has been stirring since.

This is the first time I've touched my skin.

It turns out very soft? Like whidan from Kadiri.

There was a heart that was disinclined to see him so fragile.

I told the housekeeper to take him to the resting place.

I followed them from behind. The woman was already in Fadlan's hands.

I want to hear the reason the woman is crying.

I don't like to see women cry.

De'Epu finally came after being called by his servant.

He looked surprised at the existence of the woman who was still unconscious.

"If the servant knows Kanjeng the Prince wants to come here, the servant will prepare a dish," he explained in silence.

Hm. Yes already. Dubahas is the first licensing process that I have spent months ago.

In front of my eyes, De'Epu signed all the documents.

That easy?

Ck.

This man is unworthy.

The big reason this man refused to sign was because the pharmacy people I recruited were new people in the medical world of the Sultanate of Kanana.

Maybe they just showed up. But they are my men who are experts in their field.

De'Epu went to prepare our dinner.

That was one of my goals here.

See firsthand all the core members of the Widjianto family.

Later business circles are more respected than some regional officials who are clearly blue blood.

Wanted to see if he became a dissident.

We don't make fun of the area doesn't mean inaction.

It's ridiculous to do a clean-up.

My hand was held by a soft object.

It turns out that woman was awake.

His eyes showed fear.

He's getting closer as De'Epu approaches.

"Please, Sir! The man was trying to harass me. I just came to work."

Kulirik De'Epu who does not reply.

Just his hands clenched, a sign he was holding back anger.

Actually, it's a normal sight like this.

Men get women just for fun.

I don't understand the meaning of pleasure myself.

Even though I could choose many women and own them, I had been educated hard to respect women.

And given the magnitude of the burden that would fall if one put makuta on women, who were destroyed not only my family. Except the entire country.

We learn from the broken countries.

When there are women proffered at me, I just need to stare intently at them. And they shrivel up by themselves.

So far, only this woman has dared to hold me. Not heeding my sharp gaze.

"Can you explain De' Epu?" my many.

"Hamba doesn't do—"

"LIED SIR. LIE. HE'S VERY CRUEL, SIR."

The woman cut De'Epu's words.

He seemed frustrated by constantly screaming.

De' Epu approaching. He almost slapped the woman hard if only Fadlan's reflexes didn't work.

It happened so fast. I don't have time to express.

"Don't mind this woman, Kanjeng! I swear I didn't do what I'm accusing you of!"

Two humans of the opposite sex are mutually unpretentious.

The woman was on charges of molestation.

And De' Epu with his rebuttal.

"Fadlan, take this Miss to Pendopo. I still have things to discuss with De'Epu."

Fadlan slightly dragged the woman.

The mood returned calm.

"Kadjem..." De'Epu said doubtfully.

"This is your personal problem. I don't care" I said quickly.

Yep. It's just their problem. Why should I be so complicated?

If you want to fuss about this, how many hundred officials must be disciplined?

It's not a comic, the story of which one royal family can control the whole thing.

There are some limitations that should not be violated, one of which is a sin that has been commonly committed by the upper class; playing women.

As long as it's not public, it's none of our business.

I finally got back to discussing business.

This time the tourism business is growing; the water world.

I just got the plan in place after my personal pharmaceutical company was done.

But now, De'Epu seems not to be rejecting my proposal.

After finishing the business permit case and enjoying the dishes, I hurried off to go back to my palace.

I told you already. That woman and De'Epu are none of my business.

None of my business.

"Argh! Why am I thinking about her crying?" I growled at myself.

Government documents are corrupted because of my thoughts.

Romo still uses written documents for valuable documents, so it is difficult to be manipulated by increasingly advanced technology.

There are techniques in writing our important documents. If you look at it once you can see the difference.

Now, I have to rewrite the document.

It's not easy to dry it!

I asked Fadlan to pick up a new paper at the Palace of Rome.

This secret document is limited to his paper, even for me his only son.

There is a boundary between the Prince and the Sultan, so that both are on one rail.

It is impossible to be on one rail, if both are running side by side.

I'm still the carriage behind that follows Romo's orders.

Fadlan was two minutes late than usual when he travelled from the Main Palace to my Palace.

I found some blood on his shirt.

"Why?" my question is flat, but I'm also worried about him.

He's my subordinate and best friend.

All the dangers that befell me, he must have passed through it.

He and I were in the same boat, of course our enemies would assume we were both one.

Fadlan seemed worried about the story behind the blood on his shirt.

Sometimes his eyes glanced in another direction.

He usually worries when that happens.

"Tell me, Fadlan." Sentence firmly. He can't argue when I call his name.

Sure enough he looked at me. So, go down and tell a story.

"Actually not a big thing. Miss Gendhis, the woman in the suburban Pendopo, committed suicide and the servant just drove her to the hospital."

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