Chapter 690: You Dare To Disrespect Me? [2]
Gold at the center.
Deep amber near the edges.
And a slit-like focus that resembled the gaze of a beast.
Michael watched the prince with calm eyes.
So this was the one said to rival Princess Priscilla in talent.
He did give off a sense of strength.
At least he felt stronger than Renn months ago and stronger than the imperial prince Renn had cut down.
But to Michael, this was still too weak.
Michael had no issue bowing as he was simply following the crowd.
He had followed the crowd without complaint when Princess Priscilla arrived, even without understanding every rule of etiquette.
But bowing now, after hearing the Tenth Prince’s voice at the entrance, felt uncomfortable.
The first words the prince had spoken upon arrival had brushed against Michael in a way he could not ignore, so he watched instead.