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Chapter 147 - 147 Prince Minjun

Chapter 147: Prince Minjun Chapter 147: Prince Minjun Gasps and murmurs rippled through the crowd, some out of admiration, others out of sheer disbelief.

The first prince had chosen to escort his secret sister.

Ebere’s hands clenched at her sides, her carefully laid plans unraveling before her eyes.

And as Nnenna took another step forward, she finally realized, there was no turning back now.

She finally recovered when they were a bit farther from the entrance, adjusting her expression to one of quiet confidence, a look befitting a princess sure of her place.

With a graceful posture, she walked beside Somto, her steps steady and poised, every movement exuding elegance.

Once again, all eyes were on her.

Gasps rippled through the crowd, whispers spreading like wildfire.

The king observed with satisfaction forgetting that the admiration should belong to Ebere, while many nobles struggled to process what they were witnessing.

A second princess, hidden from society for sixteen years, now making her grand debut in such a spectacular fashion.

But what shocked them even more was her escort.

She hadn’t just been introduced, she walked in with the First Prince!

Even the First Princess had never been given such an honor.

Yet here was Nnenna, the questionable daughter who didn’t exist till some hours ago, confidently stepping into the ballroom with the most admired and influential prince of Lionara at her side.

It was clear to everyone, this girl was no ordinary princess.

The nobles glanced at the king and immediately noticed the proud, almost satisfied expression on his face.

They didn’t need anyone to tell them, Princess Nnenna might just be his favorite.

If only they knew they were wrong.

Plans changed immediately.

And finalised too.

Many of the suitors who had come intending to seek an engagement with the First Princess quietly shifted their focus.

The whispers grew louder as a new reality settled over the ballroom, the second princess, the one who had mysteriously appeared and clearly held the king’s favor, was the better choice.

Everyone, including the four most powerful kingdoms except Dixan, quickly abandoned any interest in Ebere.

If the royal family loved Nnenna more, she was the one worth pursuing.

On the other side of the ballroom, Somto and Nnenna walked together gracefully, but as soon as their formal introduction was over, he released her hand, sensing her discomfort.

“I had to do that,” he said quietly, his tone calm but firm.

“Walking in with your first brother establishes your position, especially since you’ve never attended any of these balls before.” Nnenna, still processing everything that had just happened, glanced up at him.

For a moment, she wondered if he had been the one pulling the strings behind the scenes to elevate her status.

But his expression remained unreadable, calm as ever.

“I understand,” Nnenna nodded.

“Thank you,” she added sincerely.

She knew Somto had done her a huge favor, a favor that gave her an instant place among the nobles and the royals.

Walking in with him had allowed her to borrow his influence, his reputation, and his undeniable presence.

“Thank you is good,” Somto said with a teasing smile, “but calling me Big Brother would be better.” Nnenna froze.

This was the first time she had ever seen him joke.

The shock on her face must have been obvious, but she didn’t reply.

Whether he was serious or not, there was no way she was calling him that.

It was almost as if Somto already knew her response because, with a small smirk, he excused himself.

“I’ll be checking in with some of the guests,” he said before walking away.

As soon as he left her side, a wave of nobles and royals immediately approached her.

Most of them were princes from other kingdoms, especially the major ones.

They all wanted to speak to her, to get close to her, to form connections.

Somto noticed from afar, but he didn’t interfere.

He had expected this.

It was necessary.

Building ties with other kingdoms was important, but one thing was certain, he had no intention of letting just anyone claim his sister’s hand.

None of them were worthy.

Over on Nnenna’s side, various princes were edging closer, eager for a chance to speak with her.

However, the princes from the four great kingdoms subtly shifted the lesser royals aside, as if claiming Nnenna for their own circle.

While others were busy intimidating the smaller princes, a prince from Dixan made his move.

Unlike the others, he didn’t rely on force, he relied on strategy.

With a confident smile, he stepped forward.

“I am the second prince of Dixan, Prince Minjun.

It is an honor to make your acquaintance,” he said smoothly, bowing slightly as he reached for her hand, intending to kiss the back of it, a signature Dixanian charm tactic.

But before he could make contact, Nnenna gracefully lifted her glass of juice, the one Somto had sent her earlier, acting as if she had simply decided to take a sip at that exact moment.

The slight shift in movement forced Minjun’s gesture to miss its mark without making it seem intentional.

She turned away as if oblivious to his plan, leaving him hanging in mid motion.

A flicker of amusement danced in her eyes.

She had read about Dixanians and their shrewd tactics, always making things appear effortless, always moving two steps ahead.

But she would not be an easy target.

Minjun straightened, his smile never faltering, but she could tell he had taken note.

The other princes, who had been watching closely, now hesitated.

Minjun had tried to establish an unspoken claim on her, hoping the public display would make others step back.

But Nnenna had effortlessly dismantled his attempt without causing a scene.

She had no intention of getting engaged, but she wasn’t going to state that outright.

Instead, she would skillfully steer conversations toward topics that truly interested her, cornering them into discussions where she held the advantage.

“I’m the second princess of Lionara, Princess Nnenna,” she replied with a warm yet composed smile.

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