As the main character of tonight's dinner, Prince Dazlert naturally attracted the attention of everyone present. He stopped in his steps and, with a gentlemanly bow and hand on his chest, said with a face full of apology:
"I apologize for being a bit delayed by some matters, I hope it hasn't affected everyone's mood."
"Of course not, Your Highness the Prince."
A middle-aged Earl from a nearby table humbly responded.
The Prince smiled and nodded in acknowledgment as he sat down in the seat of honor.
Princess Anna followed closely behind and sat to his left. However, the young and beautiful princess seemed to be in a bad mood, her expression cold, her eyebrows slightly furrowed. Anyone with discernment could tell that something unpleasant must have happened between her and the Prince; otherwise, she wouldn't show such a sullen face on such an important occasion.
"Anna."
Prince Dazlert glanced at his sister and whispered a reminder.
