"Brother Wu, Brother Chi, Brother One-Horn, would the three of you like to come along as well?"
Seeing Mo Yan and Liu Mu board the ancient ship with thick skins, Prince Duobo's expression remained unchanged. Instead, he smiled faintly and extended an invitation to the others.
He had called out to the remaining few, excluding Prince Ru Xia and Nie Yun. Clearly, he wanted to make them lose face.
"Since Prince Duobo is being so hospitable, we won't stand on ceremony!"
Before Wu Chan, Chi Yao, and One-Horn could speak, Nie Yun laughed and spoke first.
Before his words had even faded, he grabbed Prince Ru Xia and leaped onto the ancient ship.
"Hm?"
Prince Duobo had intended to invite Wu Chan and the others while snubbing Prince Ru Xia and Nie Yun, making them look foolish. In his wildest dreams, he had never expected Nie Yun not to feel slighted in the least, instead shamelessly speaking up directly... I didn't invite you, all right?
How can his skin be this thick?
"Originally, I thought this would be improper. Boarding your ancient ship without expending any effort would be hard to justify... Who knew the prince would invite us so earnestly, with such heartfelt sincerity? If we refused, it would be rather awkward... so we could only come and trouble you!"
Nie Yun's expression as he spoke held embarrassment, awkwardness, and helplessness, as though he had boarded the ancient ship only because Prince Duobo had desperately invited him. He had not wanted to come in the first place, but had reluctantly done so to avoid embarrassing the other party.
His eyes were filled with helplessness.
"You..."
Hearing his shameless words, Prince Duobo felt as though his lungs were about to explode with rage. His face twisted as he snorted coldly.