When the prince's fleet arrived at the Royal City's harbor, the king personally went to the port to welcome them, granting Prince Xiusenya and his party every honor.
Standing behind the king, Crown Prince Hailancha watched it all, jealousy blazing fiercely in his heart.
Glancing back at the surroundings, he suddenly saw one of his trusted aides signaling to him. He found an excuse and slipped away from the crowd.
"How did it go?" Walking up to his trusted attendant, Crown Prince Hailancha lowered his voice impatiently.
"It worked. Count Feikam agreed to put in a good word for Your Highness. There's a strong chance of success," the attendant said with a beaming face.
"Good! Good! If this truly succeeds, I'll count it as a merit!" Hailancha's face immediately lit up with delight.
Over there, the king had already met with Prince Xiusenya.
Father and son reunited, and their emotions naturally showed.
"My child, you've worked hard." The king embraced Prince Xiusenya, then studied his second son. The longer he looked, the more he felt that war had truly honed him into something even more remarkable. "Come, we'll talk when we get back. I've prepared a welcome banquet especially to celebrate your victorious return."
"Thank you, Father."
Wasn't it just one victorious battle? Crown Prince Hailancha muttered inwardly as he watched from the side. If I were given a fleet, I could do it too.
But before everyone, he did not dare make things difficult for his younger brother. He could only follow the procession back to the Royal Palace in utter frustration.
The banquet at the Royal Palace was exceedingly lively. Many people came to congratulate Prince Xiusenya, while the crown prince, hiding in a corner and watching it all, wore an extremely unpleasant expression.
"Xiusenya, you've truly rendered