"How could he be so rude! How could he be so rude!"
After everyone else had withdrawn, leaving only the Crown Prince and his confidants, the black-clad eunuch studied the Crown Prince's expression and kept venting angrily.
"A young genius whose talent surpasses even Su Wuming's back then naturally has his own pride."
The Crown Prince spoke calmly, without revealing any pleasure or anger.
Youth itself was capital, let alone talent like that.
Not only in worlds like this one—even in reality, it was the same.
Compare reasons for resigning: those born in the seventies said their parents weren't doing well, those born in the eighties said they themselves weren't doing well, those born in the nineties said their children weren't doing well, while those born in the two-thousands said their boss wasn't doing well.
Being young meant having ample room for trial and error.
This eighteen-year-old prodigy had already claimed first place on the Human Ranking and was hailed as the most talented person of the age. It seemed only natural for him to have a bit of a temper.
Because he had the capital for it!
"Even so, this man is far too rude. He is also ungrateful and utterly disregards his sect's feelings. Shall this servant notify the Six Doors and expose his ungrateful conduct?"
Sounding out the Crown Prince's intentions, the black-clad eunuch asked tentatively.
The Crown Prince had to remain righteous and virtuous. Such things could only be handled by him.
"How could we do that? We cannot suppress a young man merely for a little youthful spirit. I still think highly of him."
The Crown Prince chuckled, stopping the black-clad eunuch. After pacing a couple of steps, he smiled and said,
"How about this? To prevent others from misunderstanding him, you may appropriately let