"Making a prince do clerical work is quite bold."
"It is a good opportunity for him to learn about his own country."
Even if it would normally be unthinkable, for someone who would become king in the future, it was not a bad experience.
When Qiong Xing requested his presence, Brat arrived running in less than a few minutes after the communication ended.
After hearing the situation, he agreed readily, and the three of them worked together on sorting the documents.
"Brat, are you afraid of His Excellency the prime minister?"
Qiong Xing asked casually, suddenly curious.
Unexpectedly, Brat shook his head.
"I used to think that way too, but after seeing him talk with yo… I mean, Mother, I stopped thinking like that."
Perhaps still not used to it, Brat's way of speaking was awkward.
Qiong Xing had told him he did not need to force it, but Brat insisted on calling him "Mother," so Qiong Xing respected that decision.
