Born of the same royal blood, why did August win their father's favor without lifting a finger, while he—despite scheming day and night—couldn't earn so much as a glance? To add insult to injury... the Emperor had declared him unfit for his station, ordering him to reflect in solitary confinement.
One more misstep would cost him his flood-control commission entirely.
Fifteen days of humiliation!
And now, the moment he stepped outside, fate threw him face-to-face with his most hated rival—Third Prince August.
There stood August, surrounded by giggling beauties, his smug grin stretching ear to ear. Such brazen women! Had they no decency? Flirting so shamelessly—how far the empire had fallen! Jealousy burned in his gut, twisted with bitter hatred.
"Third Brother—" Andy's venomous voice c
