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"Nothing." The Crown Prince lightly scanned the area ahead, a captivating smile curling at the corners of his lips. "This little skill can't do anything to me. Just watch the show."
The Rain Ritual stage was set up in front of the East Sea, towering high into the clouds.
People surrounded it from all directions, each holding a small bowl, their faces filled with expressions of devotion.
Yui suddenly felt her own image elevated; they were praying for her Father, the Rain God, or the Child of Rain—her.
Wow haha.
Just as she was feeling pleased, her cheek was pinched, and the Crown Prince smiled at her. "What are you thinking about? Don't overthink it; it's definitely not what you think."
Hmph~~ How do you know what I'm thinking?
Below the high platform was a row of seats, presumably reserved for the Crown Prince. He directly pulled Yui to sit down, while the Prefect stood beside them. "Your Highness, may I say a few words before we begin?"
"You can speak," the Crown Prince waved his hand.
"Understood."
Yui did not miss the strange flicker that passed over the Prefect's face and instinctively wanted to stop him, but the Crown Prince subtly shook his head at her.
"But..."
The Prefect stepped forward, lightly cleared his throat, and proclaimed loudly, "His Highness the Crown Prince knows that our Western Frontier is suffering from severe drought. He has specially come incognito to oversee matters. Today, with the Crown Prince present at the Rain Prayer Festival, we are sure to move the heavens and receive their protection for our Western Frontier."
Great, now everything is being pushed onto the Crown Prince. On the surface, it sounds like a blessing from him, but in reality, if it fails, the responsibility will fall squarely on his shoulders.
Who doesn't know that the Western Frontier hasn't seen rain for many years? This is clearly a deliberate difficulty.
Yui couldn't hold back any longer and wanted to kick that fat Prefect out.
The Crown Prince couldn't refuse Yui, so he simply pulled her into his embrace, holding her tightly. His lips brushed against her ear as he continuously reassured her, "Trust me, Yui."
Trust what? Watching helplessly as she falls into someone else's trap.
Suddenly, Yui remembered something. She lifted her head abruptly, her voice trembling slightly. "You... you said that the Prefect doesn't have that much power, right?"
"Yes."
"Then... this matter... is also being manipulated by someone behind the scenes?"
The Crown Prince kissed her cheek gently, but there was a shadow in his eyes. "You've been following me for a while now; your mind has become sharper."
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