The tension in this scene is palpable — from the guarded gates of the Princess Manor to the quiet conspiracy over tea. Lord Charles and his subordinate plot Mr. Smith's demise with chilling casualness, masking murder behind hospitality. The irony? He's just a doctor turned Maternity Envoy, yet they fear him enough to orchestrate his downfall. Watching them pour tea while discussing brothels and liquor tolerance feels like watching wolves dress as hosts. (Dubbed) Modern Surgeon? Royal Doc! adds layers to Mr. Smith's identity — making his impending fate even more tragic. The visuals are lush, the dialogue sharp, and the dread? Absolutely simmering.