If he could not win the Imperial Throne, then he could not win it. There was no point in running. Thinking about it now, Uchiha Hikaru had to do this to protect his own life and property.
"Fine, fine, fine. I already said it: a bet was a bet, and I would accept the loss. I won't interfere anymore. You think I'm a man of principles too, don't you?" The Second Prince slowly said something like that.
Of course, Uchiha Hikaru knew this. As a member of the royal family, the Second Prince could certainly handle his own affairs and would not give Uchiha Hikaru cause to mock him.
Otherwise, the royal family would lose face. This was not merely the Second Prince's problem; it might even become a matter for the entire nation, something he could not bear.
If an ordinary person casually said something, it might not affect anyone else. But standing before them now was the Second Prince, a very powerful man—or perhaps someone with limitless strength.
"Now I want to take you back to the First Prince. I hope you can have a proper talk with him and stop doing this." What Uchiha Hikaru did now was persuade him again and again.
He did not actually want things to reach that point. But sometimes, the Second Prince seemed to be forcing him to do things he did not want to do.
"Do we really have to do this? Even if you take me back to the First Prince, I don't think these problems can be resolved perfectly." At the very least, that was what the Second Prince thought. Perhaps he did not want to face the First Prince's expression.
Ever since they were children, he had appeared respectful toward his older brother on the surface, while