Mouthy idiot!
Seeing the solemn front hall and the unmasked anger on the young prince's face, the elder of the Ryan family backstage couldn't help but curse silently, then hurried out to replace the one who had stepped on the mines precisely, smiling benevolently to smooth things over,
"All the sa, all the sa, no need to rush.
Whether it's Prince Joshua or Princess Veronica, both are children of His Majesty the King and can rightfully represent His Majesty and the royal family. Today, no matter which of the two attend, it is an honor for the Ryan Family.
Haha, speaking of which, the last ti I saw Prince Joshua, he was only about seven or eight years old. In the blink of an eye, he is already able to represent His Majesty and attend the title succession ceremony of our Ryan Family. Ti flies by so fast!"
Hmph! How can I be the sa as her? You old geezer, selling age and seniority!
Watching the white-haired old man rush out from the backstage, trying hard to smooth over the situation, Joshua—with two irregular freckles on his cheekbones that seed like dirt—narrowed his eyes, seemingly wanting to say more, but soone pinched him harshly at the waist.
"Your Highness!"
Hearing the slightly angry low call from his etiquette teacher and seeing the slightly panicked expression on his female companion's face, the freckled boy grudgingly bit back the reprimand that was about to spill out and impatiently urged,
"Fine then! When can your new duke make it here? Ask him to hurry, don't waste our ti!"
"Almost there! The Duke should arrive shortly!"
Seeing that they had finally appeased the arrogant and volatile young prince, the two elders of the Ryan family simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief. They then stood up, guiding the guests back to their original positions, chatting with the freckled boy with smiles, and the tense atmosphere in the hall returned to harmony...until the commotion of horses neighing ca from outside the manor.
"Duke! You have finally... hmm?"
Spotting the figure of soone he had been eagerly waiting to see, the expectant elder quickly went to et them, eager to follow through with the remaining procedures.
However, upon eting up, they discovered that the duke had changed his appearance since leaving; not only was his makeup wiped off, his carefully chosen accessories removed, and the specially tailored suit changed, but there was also a large stain on the front!
Damn it! The duke looks like he's fleeing from a disaster; how can the ceremony proceed? Is this how old York handles things?
Listening to the whispering among the guests in the hall and feeling the eyes resembling thorn pricks on his back, the elder of the Ryan family felt his world spinning!
"Duke!"
Seeing the stain on Leon's chest, the head of the Ryan family couldn't help but angrily and incredulously demand,
"What happened to you? Where's your makeup? Your clothes? Old York?"
"Uh..."
Seeing the desperate eyes of the two elders before him, Leon, who had barely spared the old butler from being sent off, felt guilty and replied awkwardly,
"The old butler... he suddenly had a heart attack, and I barely saved him. He is now lying in the car, and this stain on my chest is from when he had a fit and spat saliva..."
Oh... He was perfectly fine when he left. Did he just coincidentally have a heart attack?
Hearing Leon's explanation, the two Ryan elders exchanged a glance, both seeing deep helplessness in the other's eyes.
"Don't worry! There's still a way!"
Hearing the increasingly loud discussions in the hall, the elder of the Ryan family took a deep breath and instructed the panicked head of the family,
"You first find a way to calm the guests. I will take the duke to the back to redo his makeup and change clothes, then co out again. Maybe then it can..."
"No need to go to such trouble, I'll just say a few words."
Although he wanted to add, "or else... or else...
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