Right before everyone's expectant eyes, the red cloth was unveiled, revealing a black wooden cube.
The surface of the inky black cube was polished to a very smooth extent, and it hadn't been carved at all. It was just a smooth block of black wood.
"His Highness took half a year to polish a block of wood?"
"Maybe he polished it starting from when it was still a tree?"
"He can't even be bothered to carve now?"
All of the expectant expressions on the faces of the officials gave way to disappointment, and they felt as if they had been swindled.
However, when they thought about it, it was their fault for having any expectations for the third prince in the first place, so they only had themselves to blame.
Mag also raised his eyebrows as he looked at the block of wood. This kid is more interesting than I anticipated; is he trying to infuriate his father into having a brain hemorrhage?
