On Blue Soil Island, Prince Xiusenya was making all the necessary preparations to return to the Royal Capital.
According to the agreement between him and the king, he could only visit Blue Soil Island a few times each year and could not stay for too long. For most of the year, he still had to remain in the Royal Capital.
After all, as a direct descendant of the Royal House, before the next heir to the kingdom had been decided, there were many required courses he had to study and duties he had to undertake.
As a member of the Royal House, although he enjoyed the glory and privileges that belonged to them, he also had responsibilities he had to shoulder. Managing his own enterprises had to come after those matters.
"Move these onto the ship too, and those as well. Get them all aboard." Standing at the docks, Prince Xiusenya personally directed the loading under the accompaniment of various officials.
The New Year had already passed, yet the bitter cold continued.
At the docks, the sky was vast and the sea boundless. A chilly breeze swept toward the people on shore, sharp as blades.
Prince Xiusenya wore a thick fur robe that looked somewhat bulky, yet it did nothing to diminish his bearing. Standing among the officials, he was as conspicuous as a crane among chickens, his royal noble temperament fully on display.
Unlike Romon's unworldly air, no matter how refined Prince Xiusenya's demeanor might be, the innate nobility in his bones could not be concealed.
This was the difference between nobles born to it and nobles made afterward. From birth to adulthood, such long years of cultivation were enough to carve a certain noble bearing into one's bones rather than leave it floating on the surface.
"Your Highness,