The Next Prince, Chapter 39 pg7
The Next Prince, Chapter 39 pg7
As someone once said, ‘The enemy of our enemy is our friend.’ Right now, both Khanin and Ramil are in danger. So it's better if we cooperate.
According to the proverb, killing two birds with one shot.
Khanin tried to exploit the vulnerability of his younger siblings and deceive the other party into becoming their own group, which the other party probably knew as well. However, they agreed to do so in order to protect their own father from being accused of going beyond the limits.
He wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to climb up and find the real enemy who wanted to kill each other...
It seems that this is not just a matter of hurting each other to make the other side lose in the competition. If the thread has been pulled up and the tied knot can really be unraveled, it may reveal something much more significant.
There are many stories waiting to be revealed.
Whether it's the encounter with the father in the warehouse, the secret of Charan's death, or the new story of Ramil's father being suspected as the number one perpetrator...
Khanin believes that everything is interconnected...
Otherwise, the story wouldn't be so complicated.
When Ramil remained silent, Khanin turned to the Phitakthewa family leader who stood silently beside him. The other party nodded to confirm that everything he said was true in every aspect.
Khanin turned back to look at his younger siblings with full confidence. At this moment, when playing with a hard stick, it is necessary to use a soft stick to show the other party that he is ready to be on the same side, without betraying each other, even though the other party is still suspicious as before.
“Agreed?”
“Agreed.”
“Then let's do it... Rameng.”
“What is it?”
“Ramil, Ramen... Rameng, let's join forces.”
“....”
“Why are you dissatisfied? Are you cursing me... curse me right away.” Khanin laughed in his throat, making a face that seemed to stretch his face to prevent the other party from sinking into excessive sadness, and when he saw that, instead of sulking every time. Ramil took a deep breath and exhaled softly.
“Hey... Khana?”
“What did you call me?”
“Khana, why... are you dissatisfied?” Ramil laughed softly, the young man did not sulk back, but smiled with a face as if he was trying to comfort himself.
That smile made Khanin decide to extend his hand forward, while the other party reached out and grabbed his butt, shaking it gently as if this was a temporary truce.
“Dissatisfied, but you can call me whatever you want, let's just say I'm calling you ‘Ramen’.”
“Call me whatever you want, even if it's ‘Ramen’, but it's premium ‘Ramen’.”
“I can be whatever you want, but remember that the competition will not be postponed, no matter what, someone will come and ask about my injured arm, maybe ask for your opinion, let them confirm that I will compete as usual.”
“Okay.”
“If that's the case, let's separate and move on, and we'll contact each other later.”
Ramil separated and left. In the bedroom, only Khanin and Charan remained.
The young prince still looked out the door. As for the close people who used to stand clasping their hands, they walked over and locked the door as if they knew what they were doing.
“I did the right thing, didn't I?” The question was asked as the other party stepped in and sat down next to each other as before.
“You did the right thing.” Charan spoke and gently brushed his soft hair with his hand.
“Oh. So I will not postpone the competition.”
“I understand.” The young man thought along and could see the needs of the child more clearly.
The plan to deceive the villain so that he will make more plans and hopefully slip... If the other party's desire is to end the competition, doing this would be an accelerator to make the person in the shadow reveal their identity faster.
Taking a little risk is better than dealing with an unknown danger.
“No matter what happens, as long as Nin is still by my side, winning or losing doesn't matter.”
“...”
“Let's finish this game together.”
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