Chapter 113 - I fancy someone, hand them over

The rest of Princess Sheila's words were swallowed forcefully, her expression contorting as if she had been utterly offended. Before she could open her mouth and commit social suicide, her mother stopped her with a quick kick under the table.

Everyone wisely chose to use her as an example, reeling in their greedy thoughts. Their lives were definitely more important than risking the prince's wrath.

Rowan cleared his throat, briefly making eye contact with everyone at the table, warning them with a glare before signaling the maids to begin serving the food. When it all arrived, he restrained himself from touching his own plate, as Qiyuan's noble customs dictated that the head of the table must begin the meal—an act he had always performed.