"What was there to read? I'd practically staked my entire fortune and life on you already." Feeling helpless, the Second Prince spread his hands and showed that he had nothing left on him.
Except for the shoes he had just walked over in. He immediately covered them, afraid Uchiha Hikaru might set his sights on them, but Uchiha Hikaru still shook his head.
"Then you really underestimate me. I've never had my eye on your shoes. Otherwise, if you couldn't make it back, wouldn't the First Prince hold me accountable?" Uchiha Hikaru weighed the matter carefully. He had considered everything, and it was unlikely anyone else would get involved.
"Then tell me, what should we do? Uchiha Hikaru, aside from what I'm wearing, I'm willing to give you anything." The Second Prince could not keep yielding anymore. Otherwise, he would lose all the authority he had as a prince.
"If you win, then I'll follow you from now on and be your lackey." Uchiha Hikaru gave him a mysterious wink, as though it were quite amusing.
"That sounds pretty good. But what if I, the Second Prince, lose?" He felt that such generous terms surely meant he would face an even worse outcome if he lost.
"If you lose, then we'll reverse it. You, the Second Prince, will follow me, and I'll follow the First Prince." It was simply like inserting someone into the middle of the power structure. Like a livestream, it did not sound all that terrible.
But if word got out that the Second Prince had become someone else's lackey—and that person was not even the First Prince—he would become the butt of countless jokes.
"Hey, Uchiha Hikaru, how could you joke about a dignified Second Prince like that?" Although he would not do anything to Uchiha