"Third Prince Yuri has arrived!"
The attendant's drawn-out voice sounded from outside, and a skinny youth whose head was almost twice the size of a normal person's rushed into the hall. There was still some sweat on his face, and it seemed that he had run all the way here. As he ran, he anxiously shouted, "I'm not late to present a birthday gift to Imperial Father, right?"
Everyone in the palace also turned to Yuri in unison with undisguised surprise on their faces.
"His Highness didn't attend the banquet?"
"I didn't even notice anything amiss from beginning to end. As expected of the prince with the least sense of presence."
"Most importantly, even His Majesty didn't seem to notice this."
All of the officials had peculiar expressions on their faces, and there was even a hint of mockery in their eyes.
The first and second princes each had their own strengths, and they had always been on par with one another, maintaining a delicate balance. No one knew which one of them would become the successor to the throne.
Meanwhile, the third prince, Yuri, was gradually growing up, and he was constantly being neglected.
He was a prince, yet he was obsessed with a lowly craft like carpentry, and there was no way he could gain the support of any of the officials.
Aside from his head, he didn't have the slightest bit of influence as a prince in the empire, and even Josh and Sean couldn't be bothered to try and win him over.
In their eyes, it would be better to win over a servant of the king rather than a prince with no sense of presence.
"A running mushroom," Amy murmured to herself as her eyes lit up.
Meg couldn't help but burst into laughter upon hearing this. Yuri really did look like a running mushroom, but where had he been all this while? He hadn't even attended the banquet.
Meg couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache upon hearing all of the officials' whispers … Hahaha, but he couldn't help it.
However, it was just as the officials had said; without Yuri, this battle between the two princes would still be very exciting to watch.
If Yuri were to join the fray … Was this mushroom head here to be a joke?
Meg was even a little concerned that the third prince would step forward and pull out a beloved wooden sculpture for the king as a birthday present.
If something like that were to happen to him, Meg wouldn't be surprised at all.
The king was a little surprised to see this, and his brows furrowed as he asked, "Where did you go, Yuri? Why are you in such a hurry? "
"Replying to Imperial Father, this son just went to prepare a gift for Imperial Father. Those fools were too slow, so I came late." Yuri stood still and looked at everyone in the hall before heaving a sigh of relief. He then grinned, revealing two large canine teeth, and said, "But it doesn't seem to be too late. They haven't presented their gifts to Father yet, right? Yuri, I'm not late. "
The king looked at the heartless smile on Yuri's face, and the displeasure in his heart dissipated. Instead, he was feeling a little sorry for his youngest son, who had barely received any attention from him. He nodded, and said, "Have a seat."
"Thank you, Imperial Father." Yuri nodded with a smile. He looked around, but couldn't find a place to sit.
He was the Third Prince, yet there was no place prepared for him in this hall. Even the attendants had neglected him.
The attendant's expression changed drastically upon seeing this, and he hurried over to fetch a chair, but he didn't know where to place it.
His Highness the Third Prince's status was naturally honorable, but to say who would be ranked ahead of him was another difficult problem for them. For a moment, they were as anxious as ants on a hot pan.
"Little mushroom head, come sit with me," Irina said with a smile as she waved a hand at Yuri.
"Well …" A conflicted look appeared on Yuri's face, and he cast a glance at Meg and Amy, looking as if he wanted to slip away.
"Hmm?" A cruel smile appeared on Irina's face.
"Sure!"
Yuri shuddered upon hearing this, and he made his way over to Irina with a bashful expression. The smile on his face was even uglier than if he were crying.
The attendant hurriedly brought a chair over to Irina, and only then did he heave a sigh of relief.
"She really is a smart woman, but it looks like she's treating Yuri quite well, isn't she?" Meg took a glance at Irina. There was most likely no seat in the palace that was more suitable for Yuri than the one beside Irina.
Irina's seat was just below Josh's, so Yuri's position as the third prince was just right, so he wouldn't be placed in an awkward position.
Yuri sat down beside Irina in a bashful manner, and he took the initiative to scoot his chair over to the side. His legs were crossed, and he wore a nervous expression as he forced a smile onto his face.
"Little mushroom head, it's been three years since we last met, and your head has grown even bigger!" Irina made her way over to Yuri and carefully inspected his head with a curious look on her face. "Other people grow taller because of their bodies, but you've grown taller because of your head?"
Yuri leaned back to evade the evil hand that was trying to caress his head. Big Sister Irina was a childhood trauma for him, and he even had a feeling that his head had grown so big because she had rubbed it too much when he was a child.
Big Sister Irina had once lived in the royal palace for a period of time, and she had displayed a great interest in his head ever since he was a child. If it weren't for General Alex's sake, he definitely wouldn't have allowed her to ravage his head like this.
Of course, he couldn't resist even if he wanted to.
Back when he was still carving wood, he had once dreamed of becoming a knight, and his goal at the time was none other than General Alex, who was at the height of his powers.
However, before he had a chance to take the first step toward his dream, news of Alex's death reached him.
This was undoubtedly a lethal blow to his dream, and from then on, he only focused on wood carving and some interesting craftsmanship.
Irina looked at the scene before withdrawing her hand in the end. She couldn't help but want to rub his head every time she saw it, and she didn't harbor any ill will toward him; she just wanted to rub his head.
"Let the birthday ceremony continue; please present your gift, Your Highness!"
The attendant received the king's approval, and announced loudly.
An attendant quickly strode into the hall with a long tray that was covered with a layer of red cloth. His forehead was sweating, and his hands were trembling slightly, so it was quite clear that the item on the tray wasn't light.
Sean stood up and lifted the red cloth, and a golden red light shone out from under the red cloth, causing everyone to narrow their eyes.
There was a large golden red sword on the tray, and it was engraved with domineering and regal carvings. The golden red light was extraordinary, and the sharp sword projection made everyone want to avoid it.
"What's that?"
Everyone looked at the sword with curiosity in their eyes, and it was clear that it was no ordinary sword.
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