The Next Prince, Chapter 36 pg14
The Next Prince, Chapter 36 pg14
“In that case, after I finish practicing today, I'll enroll in art school. I'll come back with a new drawing for you, Dad.”
“Sure, Dad will wait and see.”
“Then, I'll leave.” Khanin spoke up, stood up to his full height, and the young teenager handed the framed picture to Tarin's close companion, who held the frame cloth with folded hands, turned slightly without moving away. His adorable face turned to give a wide smile to his father, bringing joy to his relieved heart before leaving with the trustworthy butler.
“What should we do with Young Prince Khanin's picture? How should we proceed?” The person who was holding the frame, a large-sized cloth, turned to ask Prince Tarin in this room.
Tarin looked at the drawing and chuckled with a good-hearted feeling, before giving the command to create a grand atmosphere in this central hallway.
“Get someone to clean up the hallway and remove some of the pictures, contact the frame maker, get the most expensive golden frame, and I'll put my son's picture in that frame and hang it in the most prominent place.” The end of the sentence filled this central corridor with a sense of majesty.
…
The beginning of the day at Puchongpisut Palace was filled with a gloomy atmosphere as rain had been falling relentlessly since the evening. The low air pressure covered the entire area, and the surroundings were filled with a chilly air. The palace servant, who was in her working state, had a serious expression and dared not even speak lightly to avoid disturbing the solemnity of the palace owner.
Inside the working room, it was dark and eerie. Only the sound of fingers tapping on the expensive wooden table could be heard. The person sitting on the large chair had a tense posture. The heavy tapping sound grew louder and faster until it stopped abruptly when someone entered the room, showing respect with a courteous gesture.
“How are things, Sivakorn?” The cold and chilling voice carried a sense of unease to the listeners, but even so, the palace owner remained calm and composed.
“Young Prince Khanin has been training diligently, he hasn't been going out for leisure like others claim. However, we don't know who is instructing him. It is unknown and concealed, kept as a secret.”
Sivakorn's report had successfully stirred up a sense of anger among the listeners. Rachata took a deep breath, attempting to control his emotions, before tapping his fingers on the wooden table again.
Everything had been going wrong since this morning, ever since Waseen came to visit, accompanied by the birdcage from Meenakarin Island, as always.
The relationship between him and his older brother, who held a centralist position in politics, had been controlled by Rachata throughout. Although it was not customary, he had helped his brother once, allowing those who didn't think highly of anyone to meet Waseen. He wasn't motivated by any considerations of benefits.
Someone like... Meenakarin seemed weak. What benefits could he provide, then?
Whenever they met, they often talked about trivial matters. Rachata liked Waseen because he was never malicious towards anyone, although he was annoyed that the other side always acted as a secondary figure in front of Atsawathewathin. However, Waseen had occasionally shown a semi-serious gesture when facing other people.
Waseen was a person with whom you could constantly find topics to chat about. Today would probably be like any other day, talking about meaningless things and then going separate ways to live their own lives. However, the problem arose when the other side brought up the topic of Atsawathewathin's successor before Rachata's emotions changed.
“I entrusted the birdcage to Uncle. That day, I met Khanin, and I was overwhelmed with anxiety. He seemed to be training hard all the time, unlike what others gossiped about. And how about our Ramil?” Waseen's smile, mentioning Khanin today, looked delighted, with a bright face. However, what he said didn't evoke any satisfaction from the listeners.
“No need to be afraid, don't we all know... that Ramil's constant exhaustion was due to Khanin's announcement to buy the team, as intended at Puchongpisut Palace? Just pushing up the athletes' prices, but in the end, he didn't buy them.”
Evaa is scarier than Khanin. He doesn't care much about that child, but the next sentence from the elder brother made Rachata rethink...
“Isn't she scary? We know that it was because of Khanin's statement that she managed to get rid of the people of Puchongpisut that were prepared. And that boy...”
“What do you mean, brother? The people now at the palace are the ones we had prepared, and that child...”
“Oh... I thought we had the same thought, I'm sorry. Maybe I misjudged and just guessed based on that person's indifferent gaze. Just thinking casually about what reasons Khanin had to want the people from the Puchongpisut side to leave, but in the end, he easily let go, as if it had been planned.”
“...”
“Why are you doing that? If you don't want to help Ramil win this competition, but the victory he achieved is in vain, expensive, and he almost exhausted himself.”
“...”
“If the final score is a tie after the practical competition, Khanin might win. Besides having the lowest management votes among the three teams, he also received sponsorship from Prince Kalavin... so that accounts for 30 percent? Used for the final verdict. Khanin is the only one who might score this high.”
“…”
“And in this way, Rachata, do you not think this nephew is scary anymore? I really admire Khanin. Even though he grew up elsewhere, he plans as well and sneakily as the current Sovereign King.”
The excited voice of Waseen still echoes in Rachata's ears as he talks about Khanin, even though it's been several hours, he still can't get this crazy idea out of his head.
In the end, he had to call on Sivakorn for investigation. Rachata anxiously awaits the answer that contradicts the information he just conceived, but it seems that what Sivakorn reported aligns with everything Waseen has told.
Or did he underestimate this Khanin too much...
Initially, he thought it was just a naive child, always buying people without thinking about the consequences because he had just gained a large amount of money for the first time, and he might be overwhelmed by money but lacks management skills. Rachata smiled and thought that no matter what Ramil would not let that kid trample on his head, but now, after careful consideration, there seem to be some distorted points.
What he heard today made Rachata have to reanalyze everything about Khanin.
Including making an urgent decision to intervene and interfere. Although he knew very well how much his only son would hate this if he found out, Rachata had no choice.
The competition is approaching, and he doesn't want to experience defeat for the second time in his life.
No matter what, this time he must be on the winning side.
Puchongpisut must be the victor.
“Go and investigate where it has been, what it has done with whom, find an opportunity when it is alone, and deal with it.” Rachata gave a sharp order, his low voice filled with threatening strength, his eyes filled with determination to uncover the secrets hidden deep inside his heart, until he accepted that he could do these dirty things without feeling ashamed.
“But recently, Young Prince Khanin has hardly been alone anywhere. Charan follows him everywhere.” Sivakorn spoke based on what he saw, it's hard for Young Prince Khanin to be secluded during this time.
“If luring it out to be alone doesn't work, then I have to go find it myself...”
“...”
“Having someone ready is enough, Sivakorn, don't mess with him until you have to risk your life. Just don't let him have a chance to enter the field on the actual day, that's enough.”
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