Looking at the eager face right in front, clearly ready to come up and slap him, Joshua instinctively shrunk back, his hand sweeping back and forth on the armrest to clear nonexistent dust.
Better just let it go...
It's not that I'm cowardly, but this female parliamentarian and I aren't on the same side, and I also want the replacement decree to pass. So what am I randomly supporting her for?
Moreover, I'm a Prince, and in the future will become King. There are so many members looking at me from below—if I'm slapped and cry in such an important occasion and make a fool of myself, how can I maintain authority after I ascend the throne?
So... consider yourself lucky. Keeping the big picture in mind, I'll let you go this time!
After glaring... sneakily glancing at Leon, Prince Freckles, feeling insecure without his uncle's support, lowered his head and began picking his nails.
"Your Highness?!"
