Those very same words... had been spoken by the emperor on multiple occasions this day. Every single time, it caused Eleventh Prince’s heart to sink. By now, it had reached the point where he couldn’t control his emotions. His face was as pale as death as he staggered backward several paces, shaking from head to toe, his eyes shining with disbelief.2

The emperor looked as calm and collected as ever. That hadn’t changed this entire time. No matter what Eleventh Prince did, regardless of what secret weapons he pulled out or trump cards he used, the emperor still seemed to be thinking of this entire event as a tantrum.0

That was why the emperor hadn’t called for anyone to deal with Eleventh Prince. He just let the tantrum happen.0

It seemed as if, in his mind, it was all nothing more than a child acting out in front of a parent. If the parent didn’t care, then the tantrum could happen. The child could cry and get angry, but then just go back to being obedient.0

But if the parent wasn’t pleased, then the child could be in for a world of hurt. Once the lesson was taught, and the child learned how to be afraid, they would go back to being obedient. Maybe the child could call for help. But that wouldn’t matter either. In fact, it could be considered fishing. And whoever got fished up would be dealt with by means of a slap of the hand.0

The emperor’s attitude, and his eyes, caused...5