Chapter 172: Confrontation Chapter 172: Confrontation He hit the ground hard.

Nnenna “…” The crowd “…” Silence.

And then Laughter.

It started small.

But then it grew.

The crowd erupted in whispers and quiet chuckles, some outright bursting into mocking laughter.

Minjun, the prince of Dixan Had fallen!

Had humiliated himself!

His face burned as he struggled to his feet, clutching his arm.

His brother was looking at him with a stunned expression, his embarrassment obvious.

His father’s lips pressed into a tight line.

His mother looked away.

Even Nnenna, still seated on her horse, had turned to look at him with a raised brow.

But the worst The worst was Arthur.

Minjun turned his head slowly And Arthur was watching.

Calm.

Silent.

Expression unreadable.

But his eyes His eyes told Minjun everything.

Arthur had known.

Arthur had planned this.

Minjun’s breath came out in a quiet, seething rage.

His nails dug into his palms.

This wasn’t over.

This was far from over.

After this.

the horse riding competition, with the exception

all, who would be foolish enough to race

Prince Minjun, the pride of

to embarrass themselves

proceeded without her, with Ebere eagerly

harder than ever, determined

end, it was Chimeg who emerged

face twisted in

Second place?

Again?

if she wasn’t first, then it was

to Nnenna again, whispering about how

hands clenched into

going to let it

marched toward

in, she whispered something into

said made the queen’s eyes light up

immediately, Queen Chioma turned toward King Ikechukwu, a knowing smile on

king frowned, clearly

in the end, he said

let out

signaled her other children to follow

toward the rest of the royal family, she walked away gracefully,

message was clear, something was

was, it would

in everyone’s

event even started, a complication arose, Prince Minjun, still recovering from his humiliating loss, was

who had always refused to

or not,

archery grounds quickly filled with competitors, their bows in hand, as each kingdom selected its

in the air as the crowd hushed, eager to see who would emerge

were drawn to determine

the crowd with their skill, but they still weren’t

competition proceeded, murmurs filled the royal stands, not about archery, but

believe it,” King of Roxurun, king Altan muttered, shaking

on King Ikechukwu

won that race

us too” Though his tone was even, the weight behind

wasn’t just surprised, he

Ikechukwu leaned back in his seat, his

underestimated her,” he

King Altan’s jaw tightened.

He wasn’t a fool.

had seen something with

just wasn’t sure

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