Seeing Princess Zelda Suffer Delights Me

The heir is also a ruler. It’s one thing to look down on the Crown Prince, but to say it so bluntly is excessive. No matter how much the Crown Prince can endure, he cannot swallow this insult. If he does, even if he keeps his title, he’ll never be able to hold his head high.

Not polite? Seventh Brother, I’d like to see how you plan to be impolite to me. In matters of ruler and subject, I am the heir. I’d like to see who dares to move against me.

The Crown Prince’s face flushed red; even Vincent Su could see that he wouldn’t last much longer.

For a politician, a healthy body is crucial. The Crown Prince’s frail health is truly a waste of his birthright. On the other hand, it’s precisely because his body is so weak that he’s survived until now.

Your Highness, please don’t be angry—take care of your health. If you fall ill, it would be this younger brother’s fault. The Crown Prince is the ruler, I am the subject; how could I lay a hand on you? However, to fulfill Father’s orders, I may have to resort to extreme measures if necessary. I trust Father will understand.

Adrian Dongling despises the Crown Prince to his core. He’s certain that even if he humiliates the Crown Prince in public, the Emperor won’t blame him.

Prince Evan and Prince Jason glanced at the Crown Prince with sympathy, but sympathy aside, they still had to do what needed to be done.

On this point, Fifth Brother and I can vouch for you. Seventh Brother, go ahead—afterward, we’ll help explain to Father. Prince Evan patted his chest in assurance, and Adrian Dongling quickly thanked him.

Hmph… Watching the three acting so brotherly, the Crown Prince was so furious he laughed instead. They were all sons of the Emperor, but he truly couldn’t understand why his father hated him so much.

From childhood to adulthood, no matter how well he did, his father never saw him. His mistakes, however, were always magnified. Clearly, he was the Crown Prince, yet his father would publicly scold him before the court, trampling his dignity. Not a single official dared serve as his close attendant.

It’s truly meaningless—after struggling half his life, he couldn’t even earn a single approving glance from his father. Now, he’s being threatened in public by his own brother.

Father, if you’re disappointed in me, I’m disappointed in you too.

The Crown Prince calmed down; his emotions leveled out, and the unnatural flush faded from his face. Facing Adrian Dongling’s aggressiveness, he showed no anger at all—instead, he glanced at Adrian with contempt, then stepped back into the protection of his guards.

Do it. Anyone who disobeys will be killed without mercy.

He didn’t care about his father’s opinion, didn’t care about the position of Crown Prince, didn’t care that Prince Terrence of Lyndaria was watching, didn’t care about the world’s judgment—he didn’t care about anything. Now, he wanted to see who in Eastlyn still dared to trample him.

In this moment, the Crown Prince shed all his usual gentleness and restraint. He stood there like a blooming peony—noble and untouchable.

The Crown Prince’s order came so swiftly and unexpectedly that Adrian Dongling didn’t react at all. He couldn’t believe the Crown Prince would dare attack the Bloodcloak Guard and risk the charge of defying an imperial edict.

By the time Adrian Dongling recovered, the Bloodcloak Guard had already been forced back several steps by the Crown Prince’s bodyguards. At that point, Adrian ignored everything else and quickly ordered, “His Highness the Crown Prince is defying the imperial edict—why haven’t you seized him yet?”

With a just cause, soldiers gain momentum and courage. After all, attacking the Crown Prince is a crime punishable by extermination of one’s entire clan. But with Adrian Dongling’s command, the Bloodcloak Guard no longer hesitated and clashed with the Crown Prince’s bodyguards.

Behind them was the ancestral hall of Feng Manor. Soon, the fighting reached the hall’s doors. The Feng Manor servants stared in shock at the battle between the Bloodcloak Guard and the Crown Prince’s bodyguards, frozen in place, not knowing what to do.

How did things suddenly come to blows?

It wasn’t until two Bloodcloak Guards died at the ancestral hall doors that the Feng Manor servants snapped out of it. They hurriedly dragged the bodies away, locked the hall doors, and armed themselves with clubs and kitchen knives to prevent anyone from disturbing the rest of General Feng and Madame Feng.

Prince Terrence of Lyndaria arrived just as the chaos erupted; he quickly signaled his attendants to turn him around and leave.

The Crown Prince wasn’t at a disadvantage; the Eastlyn princes were fighting among themselves. For Eastlyn, this was a scandal, and as an outsider, he preferred not to know, lest he make the Eastlyn Emperor uneasy.

Vincent Su noticed Prince Terrence’s actions and silently praised his tact. He discreetly signaled the hidden guards to help the Crown Prince’s men amid the chaos.

He wasn’t helping the Crown Prince out of loyalty; he was just happy to see Adrian Dongling suffer.

Just one Prince Rowan—no matter how powerful, he couldn’t outdo the Crown Prince. When the Crown Prince was angry, the consequences were severe. Though what awaited him was even harsher punishment, for the Crown Prince, this was also a kind of liberation. Rather than living in constant fear as a powerless figurehead, it was better to risk everything and truly be himself.

The men the Crown Prince brought were his only remaining elite—each one a master. With the hidden guards’ help amid the chaos, the hundred Bloodcloak Guards were wiped out in an instant. Adrian Dongling’s own bodyguards were also killed, leaving none. The Crown Prince’s bodyguards surrounded Adrian Dongling, Prince Evan, and Prince Jason.

Vincent Su realized the situation was turning dangerous and quickly signaled Mira Tang and the others to slip away in the chaos.

With a scandal this big in the royal family, none of them dared watch. When the Emperor tried to save face, he’d surely have them killed to silence them.

Thinking of his own neck, Vincent Su shamelessly abandoned the Crown Prince and ran. Anyway, the Crown Prince had the upper hand now—as long as he kept his fearless attitude, Adrian Dongling wouldn’t get the better of him at Feng Manor.

Whoever has the strongest fist is the boss. No matter what happens after today, at least for this moment, victory belonged to the Crown Prince.

The Crown Prince stood with his hands behind his back, elegant and poised. A serene smile played on his lips, as he shed his usual caution and restraint. Now, he radiated an air of world-weary brilliance.

But the bloodstained ground made everyone realize that this man was no detached sage, nor someone above worldly concerns. He was ruthless and cold-blooded, with the resolve and methods befitting a crown prince.

“Royal Brother, what are you doing?” Adrian Dongling’s face was grim. He found himself unable to read the Crown Prince—was this rebellion? A rebellion with no preparation? If it wasn’t rebellion, how could he act so recklessly?

Did the Crown Prince not understand the consequences of slaughtering the Bloodcloak Guard?

“Royal Brother? What a sarcastic title. Didn’t you always call me Your Highness the Crown Prince? Only now do you remember I’m your royal brother? Seventh Brother, don’t you think it’s a little late?” The Crown Prince smiled, his victorious bearing forcing Adrian Dongling to look away.

At this moment, the Crown Prince’s aura was as if he held the power of life and death over his own fate. If the Emperor saw this scene, he would realize his mistake—the Crown Prince was a worthy heir, only crushed and ruined by his own hand…