Different from the tense situation in the wilderness, the newlyweds in the Royal Court of Camelot still continued the awkward atmosphere during the day.
Arthur shook his head, trying to calm himself down.
Guinevere saw that Arthur seemed to want to say something. She smiled and said: "King, what do you want to say? As your wife, I will listen carefully."
Arthur was startled and scratched the back of his head, wanting to play with his stupid hair for the first time in a long time.
Arthur was thinking about what he should say, while Guinevere was smiling and waiting quietly.
Arthur smiled bitterly and sat next to Guinevere.
"My queen, what I want to tell you is an extremely cruel truth to you. Even so, do you want to know?"
Guinevere took Arthur's hand and kissed the back of her hand: "I am yours, my king."
Arthur took a deep breath and took off his outer dress under Guinevere's reddish gaze.
However, what was revealed was not the strong muscles, but the truth that Arthur had deceived the entire country.
"This is what I want to tell you, my queen, Guinevere." Arthur's chest was wrapped with a bandage, hiding the secret of the king.
Guinevere looked at Arthur, her pupils narrowed, showing an expression of disbelief.
"King Arthur...is a woman?" She covered her mouth and muttered to herself.
Outside the King's Castle of Camelot.
Tristan grabbed Isolde's shoulders: "Princess, are you trying to shame my chivalry?"
Isolde sobbed softly: "I just don't want you to die, Cui Qing, please forgive me."
Annuo didn't care about the love between his children, nor did he regret that he couldn't kill Tristan. Instead, he looked at the person who shouldn't be here.
"Merlin, what are you doing here?" Annuo asked, his tone was quite relaxed.
"It's just something I dreamed about. Don't worry about it. Don't worry about it." The young man in a white robe responded with a playful smile.
Annuo glanced at Tristan sitting on the ground and sighed.
"What I care about is Britain and the King, and the rest is up to you." He said as he put the chalk back into the scabbard.
Tristan looked at Anno and Merlin, wondering what they were talking about.
He frowned: "You two, please don't play tricks on me. As a knight, I, Tristan, cannot afford to lose."
"I don't care about your honor, knight." Annuo's expression always seemed to be icy. He stretched out his hand to pull Tristan up, "Just think that I let you go."
Tristan stood there, confused.
"Tell me more about it, Merlin." Annuo motioned to Merlin to explain.
"Hey, Annoqing, do you remember supporting the parliament before the war?" Merlin smiled.
"Remember, the king wants to form a knightly order composed of the strongest knights."
"you mean……"
Merlin nodded: "The table king where the knights are holding their council has found a suitable table, but now, there are only a few knights who are qualified enough to board it."
"The king told me at the end of the banquet just now to keep an eye on my subjects or powerful knights who do not serve the lord."
"And this melancholic Tristan is a suitable candidate."
Annuo nodded: "From a strength perspective, he is indeed strong enough."
Tristan was a little angry: "Are you humiliating me, Knight Anno?"
He obviously lost to Annuo, but Annuo still expressed his praise. In his opinion, this was the winner's humiliation of the loser.