Lawrence bowed deeply. "Precisely so."
Aurora's brilliant blue eyes flickered slightly, her fingertips gently tracing the rim of her teacup. "This is interesting, Lawrence. Why don't you tell me the details? What exactly is going on?"
"My lady's composure in the face of this crisis is truly worthy of the Duval Clan's bloodline."
Lawrence praised her sincerely before his expression turned serious. "Allow this old servant to analyze the current situation for you. Baron Sylvan has refused to levy the war tax, leaving the territory's defenses vulnerable. He is obsessed with his strange workshop research, consuming a great deal of manpower and resources. More importantly, he still has no heir, which means the Duval Clan's bloodline is in peril."
Aurora elegantly adjusted the position of her teacup and nodded slightly. "Continue."
