Ms. Tan Is The Real Boss

Chapter 1434: In 1433, we didn’t have a meal

Busodi grew even angrier. Even though they were his sons, the two little things just didn’t seem to warm up to him, not even when he bought them toys or spent time playing with them on each return— they just weren’t affectionate with him.

“You two, come here!” Busodi yelled.

The toddlers, not yet two years old, didn’t understand what their father was saying—all they wanted was to find their mother.

The children’s crying, the woman’s weeping, and the maids’ shouting all mingled into one, giving Busodi a headache.

He wanted to walk over and slap each of them, but it was useless. Hitting them would only make them noisier.

The little Princes’ nannies had arrived; seeing the situation inside, they dared not come any closer.

Busodi commanded, “Take those two little ones away, and don’t let them make a fuss here.”

One of the nannies said, “Your Royal Highness, this is your family matter, which we shouldn’t interfere with, but you’ve been away for a long time. The first thing you should do upon your return is to bond with the Queen and the two little Princes, not scold them here.”

Busodi was furious. “Who exactly is your master?”

The nannies didn’t dare speak anymore. They quickly carried away the two crying children lest His Royal Highness, in his anger, end up punishing the little Princes as well.

“Stop the noise!” Busodi shouted, “I told you to shut up, did you hear me?”

Monica paid no attention to Busodi; she kept moving toward the window as if she really intended to jump and commit suicide.

“Fine, you’re the master of this house. I will leave, alright!” Busodi turned and left.

Once he was gone, Monica stopped crying. She wiped her tears and scolded the maids beside her, “Are you all blind? Didn’t you know to inform me when His Royal Highness returned? Couldn’t you stop him when he hit me?” @@novelbin@@

The maids bowed their heads in acknowledgement of their mistake. They had indeed seen Busodi come in, but they had not expected him to strike Monica, for Busodi usually doted on the Queen and had never laid a hand on her.

“I’m just thoroughly unlucky,” Monica cleared her throat and ordered, “Go prepare some lung-moistening soup for me; I need to soothe my throat. This old fool’s temper is getting weirder by the day. It’s not my fault he can’t become the King, if he has the ability, why doesn’t he just off the King himself?”

What Monica said was highly treasonous, but the maids beside her showed no reaction at all, which showed she often spoke in this manner, and that her maids were extremely loyal. She trusted them implicitly.

Prince Busodi was so upset that he couldn’t even eat. Having been angered once in the palace, and now again upon his return, it felt as though the entire country had no place for him, as if he was an utterly redundant person.

“Your Highness, are you troubled again?” a man around thirty years of age walked in from outside, “You can tell me your concerns, I can help you solve them.”

Upon seeing him, Busodi immediately brightened up, “Oh, we haven’t seen each other for quite some time, Mr. Kudu.”

The man known as Kudu replied, “Yes, since I went to study abroad in Country M, we haven’t seen each other. It’s been almost a year now.”

Busodi inquired, “How was Mr. Kudu’s study tour?”

Kudu replied, “Very smooth. I have learned a great deal. If Your Highness wishes to hear about it, I can spend a lot of time discussing it with you. But before that, I would like to make a request and hope you can grant it.”

Kudu’s manner of speaking was very pleasant to Busodi, who nodded and said, “Speak whatever your request, Mr. Kudu.”

Kudu said, “I have just returned and have yet to have lunch—would His Royal Highness possibly grant me a midday meal?”

Just as Busodi was feeling sleepy, someone had come with a pillow—he himself had not eaten, while everyone else had. The thought of others having eaten while he had not was extremely infuriating. But now it was different, there was someone else who hadn’t eaten, so he felt a bit more balanced.

“Yes,” Busodi replied, “Let’s eat together.”

Kudu was a man who understood discretion. He did not ask why Busodi hadn’t eaten until now; he simply smiled and expressed his gratitude, “Thank you for your generosity!”