Did I allow you to move?

"Crack."

Nolan clenched his hand so hard that he crushed the priceless, repeatedly tempered treasure fan he was holding.

"Prince, this place is crowded. It's not wise for you to act out..." Seeing Nolan's uncontrollable anger, Chancellor Neville quickly tried to calm him down.

"I'm well aware," Nolan gritted his teeth, his anger barely contained. "Do you know who I despise the most?"

"I do not, Your Highness," Chancellor Neville bowed.

"The ones I despise the most are those fools who are full of themselves, thinking others are smitten with them. That ridiculous Timothy, thinking he can attract a goddess with his clownish antics. Little does he know, the goddess has already shown me favor with her smiles,her heart belongs to me. Such delusional trash truly disgusts me."

"Uh..." Chancellor Neville paused for a moment, then nodded repeatedly, "You are right, Prince."