Ms. Tan Is The Real Boss

Chapter 1450: 1449 as a Prince

“Laka!” Samiyi suddenly became very serious, “Your father is now ill, and as a prince, you must take up the responsibility. I don’t want to see that expression on your face anymore!”

Laka was stunned. “Aunt…”

It was the first time Tan Rou had heard Samiyi speak with such a serious tone, which made her feel as if the person she had just been drinking with wasn’t Samiyi, but rather Samiyi’s brother, the King.

“Laka, you are the prince and the future king of this country. You must never panic, no matter the circumstances,” Samiyi educated Laka, “Do you know? The person your father worries about the most is you and me. Now that he is ill, we must not worry him further.”

“I don’t want to be the king!” Laka’s eyes were red. “I am not suited to be the king, only aunt is suited to be the king.”

Upon hearing this, Samiyi did not show an excited expression; she wasn’t angry, nor was she pleased. She still maintained a calm demeanor.

“Laka, since the establishment of the kingdom, there has never been a queen, so I can’t be the queen either,” Samiyi said, “The king has a son, and the king’s son can inherit the throne, so others should not covet this position. I cannot be the queen, and Busodi cannot possibly be the king. Only you, my child, you can be the king.”

“I simply cannot be the king!” Laka was utterly distressed. “I’m so clumsy and always mess up, always making Dad angry. How could I be the king?”

“Stop crying!” Samiyi scolded, “You are a prince, you cannot shed tears!”@@novelbin@@

However, Laka cried even harder, a tall, big man lying on the table weeping like a baby separated from his parents.

“I don’t want to be the king, I can’t be a good king, aunt should be the queen!” Laka kept wailing.

Samiyi’s head ached from his wailing. She quickly said, “Stop crying, your dad isn’t dead yet. If you keep crying like this, you’ll have to be the king tomorrow!”

Laka snuffled and then sat up to wipe his tears. “I don’t want to be the king…”

“I’m not asking you to be the king right now. I’m just asking you to start taking some responsibilities and gradually take over your dad’s duties,” Samiyi explained. “Your father, with this illness, likely won’t recover to his previous level of health, so from now on, you need to handle state affairs and help relieve your dad’s pressure.”

“I don’t want to be the king…” Laka seemed only aware of this matter, continually repeating the same phrase.

Samiyi was extremely frustrated, not knowing where she found a wooden stick as thick as a thumb, and she hit Laka’s buttocks twice with it.

While hitting him, Samiyi yelled, “Will you listen to me? What are you saying? If you don’t want to be the king, who else will be the king? Do you expect Busodi to be the king?”

Laka, holding his buttocks, whispered, “Aunt, please lower your voice. Dad’s spies are still outside.”

His Majesty the King himself was lying in bed, his life hanging in the balance, so Princess Samiyi wasn’t afraid of a few eavesdroppers. She loudly said, “Go ahead and listen, if you have anything to say, go complain to His Majesty the King, but you better not let me know what you said, or even His Majesty the King won’t be able to save you!”

Several maids quickly moved away; they were smart people and knew very well who held the reins in the palace now.

Samiyi placed the stick on the table, looking down at Laka authoritatively, “Show me the demeanor of a prince. Don’t look so pitiful. Who is bullying you?”

Tan Rou thought subconsciously, Isn’t it you bullying him? Scolding him and hitting him with a stick, it’s no wonder he’s scared.

However, Tan Rou was just an onlooker. All she needed to do was sit there quietly, without getting involved in the royal family’s internal disputes.

Samiyi kept reasoning with Laka, but Laka just wouldn’t listen. Listening at the side, Tan Rou felt tired, thinking that if an ordinary family had such a worthless child, they would be furious, let alone Laka being a prince of a nation.