Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife-Chapter 316: Scandal

Though Lucian had no idea why anyone would dare write such a thing about a person, he couldn’t help but think that if the moving images of this Lucian he saw were real, then he deserved to be called all these names. However, what he hated was that he was in his body and would take the brunt of everything.

"Destroy the phoney! I don’t want to see these images again." Saying this, Lucian grabbed Gary’s phone and his and hurled them against the wall, crushing them just like he had the first phone he woke up to find on the nightstand. "That will fix the scandal," he said to the dumbfounded assistant, who couldn’t believe his latest new iPhone had been destroyed.

"Now go and prepare my carriage. I have to look for my wife in your lands before the next full moon," he ordered, proud that he had ended the scandal that Leo character was so worked up about.

How would anyone see it when he had destroyed it? He couldn’t believe they were all making a fuss about something so easily destroyed. The scandal was on the phoney or whatever they called it, and if he didn’t show it to anyone, no one would know and spread it.

Gary watched his boss with teary eyes and trembling lips before he walked up to where the two expensive phones lay scattered on the floor and picked them up. "Boss, if you wanted to pull off a prank, why break my phone along with yours? I just got this when I got my paycheck." He wanted to cry; he was just a mere assistant who barely got paid good money because of his stingy boss.

Lucian blinked at him. "You can get another one later. Go and arrange my carriage and tell the maids to bring in hot water to prepare my bath." He was in no mood to waste time talking about a useless thing like the phoney when he needed to find his wife. He didn’t have much time left in the future.

Minutes later, Lucian realized things weren’t going to be as easy as he thought. To survive this damn era, one needed the phoney, and there was no carriage or maids to prepare hot water. And by destroying his phoney, it didn’t end the scandal because he still saw it in another one given to him by Gary, which already had everything from the other one in it.

Lucian Xander Penn was known for his recklessness and how he lost his phones every now and then, so many were already prepared in case he lost his current one. He gave Gary one of the many.

Something the real modern Lucian would never do.

Gary couldn’t believe it; he almost danced in joy as he took the new phone from his absentminded boss, who looked in deep thought as he gave it to him.

Gary got a call immediately after he set his phone and turned to Lucian, who was scowling down at his phone, where the scandal kept getting worse and worse, and he was trying to figure out why it didn’t get destroyed in that other phone. How did these devious little things work? Hadn’t he destroyed the scandal in the other one? Then why did it follow into this one?

"Boss, we really can’t delay the meeting. It is set for ten, and it’s nine already. If we miss this opportunity, the Penn Corp might never get another opportunity to rise from the ash again. You promised elder Mr. Penn that you would do anything in your power to bring the company back to the top. We can’t keep the investors waiting," Gary rushed to say in one breath.

Though Lucian Xander Penn was good at lying to his father and making empty promises, he had promised he was serious this time around, and he had been preparing for this meeting for days now—though not so much, as he had still ended up going to the party last night when he was supposed to keep a low profile and work on his family’s falling business.

To get the opportunity to get out and find his wife, Lucian knew he had to follow and understand whatever Gary was saying. He had a meeting; he knew what a meeting was—just like when he had meetings with his royal court members in Pendragon. How lucky of him to still be an Emperor in the modern world, surrounded by many strange, expensive things that belonged to him. Only an Emperor could live in such a chamber and have many... what were they called again? Phone? Phoney? Whatever it was, he didn’t care.

The housekeeper led him to a room Lucian had not noticed since waking up, after he had ordered her to prepare his bath. Though she had looked at him strangely, she had nodded her head.

The room had strange mirrors and glasses, with large white porcelain vessels in it—one of which he suspected could only be a bathtub. But he saw no buckets of water, and he’d seen no maids about. Who filled this large tub?

His eyes nearly dropped from their sockets when the housekeeper turned a knob above the tub, and out poured water. A fountain inside the house! Lucian thought, his eyes wide in disbelief.

"I don’t know which you’d like to use, sir—the tub or the shower?" the housekeeper asked him uncertainly, as she had never prepared a bath for him before.

"Shower?" Lucian questioned without tearing his eyes away from the fountain inside the tub. "What is a shower?"

The housekeeper blinked at him like he wasn’t making any sense, but then she pointed to it with her finger, and Lucian finally looked away from the tub.

A few minutes later, after navigating the bathroom and trying to figure out how water flowed inside, he finally finished bathing. He had bathed in the pouring fountain they called a shower, nearly burning his skin with hot water when he had pushed a red button out of curiosity.

His body was still red from the strangest bath he’d ever had. And what was worse, he had no quick healing and could not even feel his beast. He had hit his elbow on the wall, and the pain had been intense.

The body he was possessing had no strength; his hands were as soft and smooth as a baby’s behind. It was like this Lucian had never had to lift a hand to do any muscle-straining work. He had fluffy shoes they called home slippers that looked like something a girl would wear, and Lucian had to wear them when the housekeeper brought them to him after he left the bathroom in a robe.

Now that he was in a robe and Gary had left him to prepare for the so-called meeting at the Penn Corp, he finally got to look around the chamber and the things around him while he searched for where to dress. He couldn’t believe he was this rich and yet had no maids to help him bathe and dress!

The room was big, with the massive bed he had woken up in, which had no cloth hangings enclosing it, and the walls were something he’d never seen or imagined was possible to be. Each side was different and designed in it’s own way. Fascinating, he thought to himself, as he couldn’t believe how the world had advanced to this level.

There was a window—not quite a window, as it was big and took the space of one wall with that marvelous glass he had seen in the bathroom—and the view... it was something he could never imagine was quite possible to be a world. Perhaps it was a moving image just like on the phone because this couldn’t be a real view through a window.

There were framed large pictures on the walls, and when he touched one, he felt the glass—so clear he could hardly see it. One of the pictures was quite lewd, showing two naked women sitting on a cloth near two fully dressed men. It was not that Lucian didn’t like the picture, but he couldn’t bear to see such a shameful thing displayed so openly. He turned it to face the wall.

Finally, he found what he was looking for—the closet. He was not prepared for what he found in it, though. One wall was glass, while the others were filled with different kinds of clothes hanging, and then on another wall, there were many shoes he couldn’t imagine belonging to one man, with a ladder that led to the ceiling.

Just like in the room, the closet also had so many of those torches in enclosed things on the walls and ceiling that brightened the space. There was a cabinet in the room, but one such as he’d never seen before. It was entirely full of drawers. He tried, but the top of the cabinet did not lift up. He pulled the drawers out one by one, and they worked marvelously well.

Lucian wanted to admire everything at once, but the fact that he couldn’t waste any more time when he should be out in the lands looking for his wife made him stop trying to figure out how everything worked and instead dress and leave.

He was fascinated by everything he saw, but he couldn’t absorb it as his mind kept going to her—not to mention he was still suffering from a headache he couldn’t quite rid himself of.

He moved to choose from the attires what to wear. A frown came upon his face when he realized all the attires hanging were something he didn’t like. One side was lined with black tunic-like things. It took him long, after opening drawer after drawer, to finally find what he wanted.

Lucian’s heart skipped a beat as he pulled it out. Though it was in a different color, it was the same as the attire his wife had worn that day and had promised to tell the seamstress to make one for him. However, she had never gotten to do that before they were pulled apart by time.

He recalled how beautiful and adorable she had looked in it. She had called it a sweater and sweatpants as she smiled up at him with shimmering blue eyes—a smile he would give his soul to see again. He missed her so much. So much it hurt to think about all the good days.

"I will find you, my love. No matter what it takes. No matter what..." he swore silently and then began to pull on the attire.