The Next Prince, Chapter 40 pg7
The Next Prince, Chapter 40 pg7
Bang!
The plump butler's face turned pale, as if the divine power wouldn't side with Chakri at all. Even Charan himself couldn't persuade Young Prince Ramil, the young prince of the Puchongpisut family, to leave. He closed the door with a loud bang, causing the building to tremble. Then, he hugged his chest tightly, while Charan finished locking the door with a click.
What is this, Khun Charan? You should keep Young Prince Ramil out of Young Prince Khanin's room, instead of letting him come in so easily. And close the door, make it tight and flat!
“Oh, ho! Playing big, the fire is really blazing.” Young Prince Khanin himself seemed unfazed, as if he didn't feel hot or cold. The owner of the house, with his fair complexion, didn't show any signs of surprise.
Suddenly, he rose from the sofa and used the uninjured hand to strike the back of the hand with the bandaged arm. His charming face, full of enchanting smiles, seemed relieved to see Young Prince Ramil stepping on the honor like this.
“You can do even better than this, try it.”
“Can I do it again? Sure, why not... Let Jae, who plays the hero on stage, see how real I can get.”
Chakri turned his head back and forth, following Young Prince Khanin's hand, until he became completely confused.
They first looked at Young Prince Ramil's face, who responded to Young Prince Khanin's compliment. After a while, they turned to Jae because they heard Young Prince Khanin say something strange.
Jae himself then stood up instead of being surprised and showed respect to the rival Young Prince family.
“Well, can I join in on this?”
What will Young Prince Ramil do, Your Highness?” Chakri turned to Young Prince Ramil, who moved closer to the vase. He was afraid that the Young Prince of the Puchongpisut's family would actually do as he said.
“Is this vase an antique, Chakri? Is it very expensive?” Young Prince Khanin didn't sympathize with his butler's concern. He hugged his chest and asked calmly, as if to say that if this troublesome person, who is like a sibling, were to stand up and distribute, it wouldn't be a problem if it wasn't an antique.
“No, Your Highness, it's just a simple display item, not an antique. It doesn't cost more than a hundred thousand, Your Highness.” Chakri had to answer helplessly, as he was being pressured.
The young butler took a deep breath, and the people sitting on the sofa. Even Charan, who walked beside Young Prince Khanin, didn't even try to stop them.
“Haha. In my room, I have stacks of vases worth tens of millions, even hundreds of millions... But in this room, there are only a few, and each one is not worth even a hundred thousand.”
“Say whatever you want, I don't care about antiques anymore, but if you want to throw something, pay the money up for its worth or I'll have someone go collect the money later.” Young Prince Khanin responded as if he didn't care, raising his small shoulder, which was wrapped in a cloth, as if granting permission for the other party to do as they pleased.
“Then I can throw it away.”
“Just throw, what are you waiting for? You are already rich, what is there to be afraid of?”
“Then let's do it.” Flung-Flung-Flung!
Wow!
And-you-will-throw-vases-why?
Why can't people just try talking nicely to each other!!!!!!
The chubby man almost fell to his knees, almost crying as he thought about how each vase was worth less than a hundred thousand and shattered into pieces on the floor. He almost shed tears, but it seemed that both young royals didn't care at all. As he reached down to sweep away the small pieces of the vases, both Young Princes from royal families started cheering at each other once again.
“Ramil, what are you looking for, crazy person! Ha, are you going crazy again!”
“I'm crazier than this, you can keep watching!”
However, the shouting match did not involve any violent acts, both of them just stood still, hugging their chests, shouting at each other as if they were competing to see who could shout louder, and...
Flung-Flung-Flung!
The vase that was close to Young Prince Ramil was swept off the floor, shattered and scattered, the loud sound echoed throughout, hot to the point where it reached the small hallway in front of the room, so hot that it had to be asked with a burning voice.
“Khun Charan! Khun Charan, how are you doing inside?”
“It's okay. I can handle it. Young Prince Ramil has calmed down.”
It's okay, what's wrong with being crazy! Chakri raised his hand and dropped his head. His eyes under the glasses widened, his whole body trembling with surprise at the events that had occurred.
I wanted to run and open the door to find someone to help, but I was stopped by the close ally of the Phitakthewa family leader. When I turned around, everyone, except for Young Prince, could see the sympathy in their eyes.
“This should be enough, look, butler, his face is as pale as a boiled chicken.” “Oh. That's enough. It's hard for someone to come in and sweep up the pity... I'm sorry for scaring you, Chakri.”
The Young Prince turned to speak softly. Then he walked over and hugged Chakri's shoulders even tighter, making Chakri more confused than before.
“If you can think like this, then you don't need to plan for me to come in and draw at first.” The person who had just swept the dishes turned to complain to someone of the same rank.
The storm in Young Prince Khanin's private room seemed to calm down easily. Chakri didn't know whether to thank Young Prince Ramil or not. When he was the one who spoke rudely instead of being the owner of this room like Young Prince Khanin.
He still doesn't understand...
The demeanor of Young Prince Ramil appeared genuinely calm, as if a surreal story had just unfolded, never before experienced. The tall figure walked gracefully, stepping over scattered tiles on the floor, and settled down, crossing legs, on the vacant sofa next to PrinceKalavin, as if being an invited guest to this realm. Every action left the atmosphere bewildered, almost rendering speechless.
“If not done this way, people would surely wonder why I came to this room when mine is already full.”
“Time is running short, let's talk quickly, so I can hurry back. Otherwise, suspicions will arise.”
“Alright, then please proceed.” Young Prince Khanin stood up, along with the team members, everyone's expressions as if the whole debacle was nothing out of the ordinary. Just then, Young Prince Ramil, who was an adversary, suddenly appeared and disrupted, causing chaos and destruction to the carefully prepared feast.
Khanin made a gesture to walk towards the private meeting room, but the young butler decided to seize the moment and rushed in to inquire, relieving the doubts.
“What is going on, Young Prince Khanin? I seem completely puzzled.”
“Oh... I didn't mention earlier that we would have another guest.”
Chakri was dumbfounded, but the Young Prince responded with a nonchalant tone.
With a flicker in his eyes, he glanced once, then swiftly shifted his gaze to the others in the room, the aura following behind Charan, calm yet fiery, making the young butler have to keep up with his eyes.
“...”
“Well, there you have it... Ramil, our additional guest.”
What... is this!!
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