After speaking with the Duke, Princess Qian Niya took Romon to meet several more people.
The King was not in very good health. He stayed only a short while before leaving.
The star of this banquet was naturally still Prince Xiusenya. At the previous banquet, he had attended as a hero returning in triumph; now, he attended as the Crown Prince.
Having just received the title of Duke of Avina, he was truly riding the spring breeze with pride. Although he had tried hard to restrain his delight, compared with the other two princes beside him, the gulf in their moods was as vast as heaven and earth.
As the loser in this struggle for the position of Crown Prince, Prince Hailancha's expression was gloomy, and he appeared deeply dejected. For him, the best possible outcome now was to retain the title of Count, receive a territory equivalent to a Lord's domain, and then pass it down through the generations.
Under normal circumstances, a group of nobles would surely have gone over to console him. But now that the struggle between the two princes had reached its conclusion, getting close to Prince Hailancha in front of the future King was tantamount to wanting one's Lineage to become a political sacrifice. Within three meters of Prince Hailancha, no one was willing to approach.
Everyone tried their best to avoid seeming too familiar with him. They might not be purged, but it would still bring trouble.
Meanwhile, beside Prince Xiusenya, everyone wore smiles of utter sincerity and kept chatting with him. It looked like a scene of perfect harmony.
"Romon, what are you looking at?" Princess Qian Niya returned with two glasses of wine and saw Romon sitting in a corner again, watching the completely different scenes around the two princes and