Busodi grew even angrier. Even though they were his sons, the two little things just didnât seem to warm up to him, not even when he bought them toys or spent time playing with them on each returnâ they just werenât affectionate with him.
âYou two, come here!â Busodi yelled.
The toddlers, not yet two years old, didnât understand what their father was sayingâall they wanted was to find their mother.
The childrenâs crying, the womanâs weeping, and the maidsâ shouting all mingled into one, giving Busodi a headache.
He wanted to walk over and slap each of them, but it was useless. Hitting them would only make them noisier.
The little Princesâ nannies had arrived; seeing the situation inside, they dared not come any closer.
Busodi commanded, âTake those two little ones away, and donât let them make a fuss here.â
One of the nannies said, âYour Royal Highness, this is your family matter, which we shouldnât interfere with, but youâve been away for a long time. The first thing you should do upon your return is to bond with the Queen and the two little Princes, not scold them here.â
Busodi was furious. âWho exactly is your master?â
The nannies didnât dare speak anymore. They quickly carried away the two crying children lest His Royal Highness, in his anger, end up punishing the little Princes as well.
âStop the noise!â Busodi shouted, âI told you to shut up, did you hear me?â
Monica paid no attention to Busodi; she kept moving toward the window as if she really intended to jump and commit suicide.
âFine, youâre the master of this house. I will leave, alright!â Busodi turned and left.
Once he was gone, Monica stopped crying. She wiped her tears and scolded the maids beside her, âAre you all blind? Didnât you know to inform me when His Royal Highness returned? Couldnât you stop him when he hit me?â
The maids bowed their heads in acknowledgement of their mistake. They had indeed seen Busodi come in, but they had not expected him to strike Monica, for Busodi usually doted on the Queen and had never laid a hand on her.
âIâm just thoroughly unlucky,â Monica cleared her throat and ordered, âGo prepare some lung-moistening soup for me; I need to soothe my throat. This old foolâs temper is getting weirder by the day. Itâs not my fault he canât become the King, if he has the ability, why doesnât he just off the King himself?â
What Monica said was highly treasonous, but the maids beside her showed no reaction at all, which showed she often spoke in this manner, and that her maids were extremely loyal. She trusted them implicitly.
Prince Busodi was so upset that he couldnât even eat. Having been angered once in the palace, and now again upon his return, it felt as though the entire country had no place for him, as if he was an utterly redundant person.
âYour Highness, are you troubled again?â a man around thirty years of age walked in from outside, âYou can tell me your concerns, I can help you solve them.â
Upon seeing him, Busodi immediately brightened up, âOh, we havenât seen each other for quite some time, Mr. Kudu.â
The man known as Kudu replied, âYes, since I went to study abroad in Country M, we havenât seen each other. Itâs been almost a year now.â@@novelbin@@
Busodi inquired, âHow was Mr. Kuduâs study tour?â
Kudu replied, âVery smooth. I have learned a great deal. If Your Highness wishes to hear about it, I can spend a lot of time discussing it with you. But before that, I would like to make a request and hope you can grant it.â
Kuduâs manner of speaking was very pleasant to Busodi, who nodded and said, âSpeak whatever your request, Mr. Kudu.â
Kudu said, âI have just returned and have yet to have lunchâwould His Royal Highness possibly grant me a midday meal?â
Just as Busodi was feeling sleepy, someone had come with a pillowâhe himself had not eaten, while everyone else had. The thought of others having eaten while he had not was extremely infuriating. But now it was different, there was someone else who hadnât eaten, so he felt a bit more balanced.
âYes,â Busodi replied, âLetâs eat together.â
Kudu was a man who understood discretion. He did not ask why Busodi hadnât eaten until now; he simply smiled and expressed his gratitude, âThank you for your generosity!â
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