Quick, I don't want to be in love anymore

Chapter 412 Adaptation of the Little Mermaid from a Fairy Tale (19)

“Your Majesty, I am Viscount Allen, and by blood I am Your Majesty’s elder brother.”

Allen answered respectfully, a fleeting glint of jealousy flashing in his eyes, too quick to catch.

"Ok?"

The king was somewhat taken aback by his words, while the queen beside him appeared much calmer.

After all, she came from an ancient and powerful family, and had long heard some of the rumors about the royal family.

Rumor has it that the previous king and queen had not had a son for many years, and the king later had many mistresses, but none of them had a child.

Left with no other choice, he had to select a child from the royal family as his successor, and that child was none other than the king.

After the adoption, the family gradually declined for some unknown reason, and eventually the whole family moved away to a distant place.

Some say this was a tactic employed by the previous king, who feared that his raised children might one day reunite with their biological parents, leading to instability in the country.

Another version of the story is that a traitor appeared in the family at the time, and the previous king and queen wanted to help them, but the family refused because they were afraid of making things difficult for their youngest son in the palace, so they simply left on their own initiative.

"So what brings you here today?"

The king put away his previous playful thoughts and looked at the person in front of him. This person had revealed his identity as soon as he arrived, so he was probably up to no good.

He had no doubt that someone would dare to lie to him, so what he said must be true, and it must really be his brother.

The king was shocked by this sudden news, but he remained outwardly calm.

“Look at how wary you are, little brother. I’m your older brother, but I just came to see how you’re doing. Seeing that you’re doing well puts my mind at ease, and it’s worth it for our parents to worry about you so much.” As Allen said this, a hint of jealousy flashed through his mind, jealousy of his parents’ favoritism.

Back then, I was only two years younger than this younger brother, but it was their favoritism that led to this huge difference in our status and position.

One is a king, high above all others, enjoying the love and supreme power of his people; the other is confined to a remote place for decades, becoming a lowly viscount.

If that were all, that would be one thing, but what's even more infuriating is that even after all these years, those two old geezers still remember him.

Even when faced with difficulties, he would rather sell his family property than ask his youngest son for help, for fear of affecting him.

The thought of the disgusting expressions of love and longing on their faces every year on this person's birthday made him feel as if he had eaten shit.

"Then the Viscount, please stay here for a few days."

A man with an anxious expression walked up to the king and whispered a few words in his ear. The king frowned and could only feel at ease after keeping the man under his watchful eye.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

After Allen finished bowing, he glared at the boy standing next to him and then followed the guard out.

They hadn't gone far when Allen slapped the boy across the face. As expected, the boy was probably in for another rough time today.

“Charlie, I always feel that Viscount Allen is very strange, and for some reason, I always feel a strange sense of familiarity when I see the boy next to him.”

The queen watched the boy's departing figure, unable to look away for a long time...