The Next Prince, Chapter 38 pg3
The Next Prince, Chapter 38 pg3
The image in front is of a Khanin reaching out to grab the shirt of the person Ramil dislikes, causing a slight twitch to make the other party turn around.
“Phii Ran.”
That annoying voice is called a strategy, huh... Ramil, who was following along, thought in his mind.
“Your-Highness” But it yielded unexpected results...
Ramil noticed that Charan lost interest in conversing with Petai the moment Khanin called out.
“I hurt my hand.”
“Did it hurt a lot?” And just then the older man walked in with a sense of urgency, causing the other side to show signs of abnormality... Looking at this posture, he doesn't use polite words, the high-ranking class speaks similarly. It can be inferred from the common sentence structure that just came out of the mouth of the leader of the Phitakthewa family.
A lot, the rope that restrained my hands, see.”
Ramil's eyebrows twitched, he discovered a new strange voice from Khanin, a type that he was quite confident he had never heard the other party use before.
Just now, what came out was firm and winding. With a touch of sweetness, but this time it sounded strange and unfamiliar.
The trick can be used, you dog's child.
“Is it okay? Should we call the royal doctor, Young Prince?” Petai, who was observing, spoke up, causing the person who was weakly acting in the drama to pay attention.
“It's okay, just a little. Ah,, KhunPetai, are you free right now? It just so happens... Ramil, he wants to find someone to race horses with outside the field...”
“...”
“What would you like to do? If I were to trouble you to race in my place, my hand hurts and I can't ride anymore.” Khanin fell into a sad category, but he managed to express it smoothly, his face diminished, looking weak, helpless, pitiful to the point that Charan chose to distance himself from Petai, and then turned to hold the hand of a child to take a closer look. This made Ramil have to look up.
It's worth it that I decided to not underestimate him... but this time I will accept defeat.
The young prince from the Puchongpisut family stood hugging himself, looking at the big scene in front. Petai glanced, lowered his eyelids slightly, as if wanting to observe, but just for a split second, the other party turned back to respond to the half-request, half-command of that dog's child, with politeness.
“If it's the wish of the Young Prince, I can't refuse it.” In fact, it's more accurate to say that he has no right to refuse.
If that's the case, please take care, don't keep him waiting for too long.” Khanin ended with a sincere smile, the owner of the two-layered eyes hiding a natural wink, the temporary peace agreement from this moment onwards will have an effect.
“If so, Your Highness, please excuse me.” Petai bowed his head before stepping aside, his expression devoid of a smile or any discernible emotion, appearing aloof and detached, much like someone devoid of feelings.
Khanin followed Petai's gaze until it settled on Ramil. Seeing that the younger ones were acting mischievously, Khanin also adopted a stern expression, following proper decorum.
The hidden eyes glanced at the backs of the two individuals who turned and walked away, waiting until Ramil and Petai rode their horses out of the racetrack together before allowing a smile of satisfaction to escape.
“What are you planning?”
“Me?... Oh, my... my hand is really hurt... I am also feeling hot and don't want to go out in the open.” Almost answering truthfully, the young man quickly covered his mouth, barely able to retract his words.
Khanin blinked and hastily pretended to inspect his own wrist, but he couldn't escape the piercing gaze of the older person.
“Is it very painful?”
“At first, yes, but when you asked, it seemed to hurt less, huh.”
Charan burst into laughter in the barn during the negotiation, he smirked before reaching out to examine the fingertips of the young red-handed person, which seemed to be genuinely painful as stated, but not too much, because Khanin, whom he knew, was not a weak person.
“What can I help you with?” After inspecting and being confident that the other party was not much more than a hand injury, Charan fired off a question.
It was apparent that Khanin was displeased to see him with Petai, once a white man had done the same thing, showing signs of jealousy on his face, clearly indicating that he didn't want anyone to meddle with his own person.
Charan understood because he himself had been in the same situation...
Jealous, envious... not wanting anyone to interfere with his own person.
“Can you give me a piggyback ride to the inner room?”
“Hand hurts but still want me to give you a piggyback ride? Haha.” The response received was slightly beyond expectations, causing a slight chuckle to escape from the throat. His eyes met with the young person in front of him.
Khanin's eyes flickered with a mischievous glint.
“Is that so...”
“And do you think I would refuse you Nin?”
“Of course not anymore.”
“Then come up.” Following the other's heart was not a difficult matter for Charan, the young man turned around for Khanin to climb up first before crouching down beside him, one minute, he leaned forward and smiled, the young person walked up naturally.
“So happy... got to ride... with Phii Ran.” The whispered words grew louder in Charan's ear. He heard it and smiled, the young man stood tall, before tightening his grip on the young boy's waist even tighter than before.
“Great spacing makes it easier to understand.”
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