Unlike Ethan Blackwood who was feeling sad all by himself, Henry, known as the "carefree Second Prince" both inside and outside the palace, went straight to the Eastern Palace as soon as he left the main palace.
Gabriel Blackwood, who was one year older than him, was currently learning from his tutor about how to govern the country. His coursework was so heavy that it had been quite a while since the two brothers had last met.
"Brother!" Henry started shouting at the top of his lungs as soon as he arrived at the entrance of the Eastern Palace.
"Your Highness, the Second Prince... Oh... Your Highness, the Second Prince..." Henry had only shouted a few times when a middle-aged servant, who looked about thirty years old, walked towards him quickly with small steps and an imploring look on his face.
"This servant pays his respects to Your Highness, the Second Prince." The servant first bowed to Henry and then said with a bitter look on his face, "Your Highness, Prince Gabriel is currently having his lessons. Your Highness, would you please move to the side and wait for a while? You can meet Prince Gabriel after his lessons are over."
Hearing this, Henry looked thoughtfully at the main hall behind the servant and then curled his lips. "Forget it. Tell my brother that I beat up Leo Blackwood. Mother will surely punish me by spanking me later, so I need to hide for a while first. Remember to ask him to return to the palace before dinner and plead for me with Mother. If it's too late, here," Henry said as he turned sideways and pointed to his buttocks that had just been kicked, "will be in big trouble!"
"Ah?" The servant was stunned at first. After all, Henry had caused trouble many times before and in all sorts of ways, but beating his own brother was the first time, so he couldn't help being a bit surprised.
"What 'ah'?!" Henry glared at the servant angrily. "Just tell me, can you deliver the message or not?!"
"Well..." The servant looked at Henry hesitantly. It wasn't until Henry showed his fist, which was as big as a small sandbag, that under the "tyranny" of His Highness the Second Prince, the servant finally nodded and said, "Your Highness, don't worry. This servant will surely deliver the message!"
"Good, that's all right then." After saying that, Henry simply waved his hand at the servant and turned around to leave.
However, before leaving, Henry looked at the courtyard wall of the Eastern Palace where a large piece of the wall plaster had fallen off. Except for the main hall in the middle, which was still relatively intact in terms of architecture, the window paper in several side halls was even torn. Henry couldn't help curling his lips.
What's so good about being the crown prince?
Getting up earlier than chickens and going to bed later than dogs, following those old men every day asking "why, why"? Is this what it means to be the crown prince? Oh, being the crown prince is worse than being a dog!
I can't figure it out. I really can't figure it out.
How on earth did my elder brother manage to resist the urge to rebel?