"Indeed, only Prince His Highness understands me." Sikong Yue Ming tossed the bloodied glove onto the table, and the servant immediately came over, cleaning up the miscellaneous items on the table and serving refreshments, "Then... does Prince His Highness have any interesting news to share?"
"General Theresia is about to be appointed as the heir to the throne, does that count?" Prince Dodge asked.
Sikong Yue Ming shrugged his shoulders, "I'm not a citizen of A Country, so such a matter seems to have little to do with me."
"But... it has a lot to do with me." Prince Dodge said.
"Of course." Sikong Yue Ming smiled faintly, "If you were born just two years earlier, you would be the king now. It's really a pity! You must be quite unwilling, right?"
"That's the rule, I don't have any hard feelings," Prince Dodge shrugged his shoulders, "But, your enemy becoming the king, you must be unhappy, right?"
