Today was a very lively day, but unfortunately my dad and mom were sitting in the audience, and even though they were closest to me, I felt like there was a whole galaxy between me and them.

I can't just move around, because a lot of people are looking at me, waiting for the opportunity to say: the crown prince is just a little hairy kid crying for a bottle. I know that my parents expect a lot from me, but even if they give me a comforting smile, it won't be like I'm sitting on pins and needles here alone.

"Your Highness, be careful not to step on your robes." My etiquette teacher always found any of my inconspicuous mistakes, and to be honest, I was a little scared of her. To say a slightly offensive, but I can only use this metaphor to describe her accurately, she is the kind of machine that only moves the mouth, her body is as straight as my drawing pencil, her hair is black and shiny, not even the slightest stray hair, I have doubted the authenticity of the hair for a while, and I have the idea of touching it in the past. I also suspect that her feet and her one-centimeter black heels are always glued together, or that it would be more accurate to have a pair of heels on her feet. In short, I still tried to convince myself that my etiquette teacher was a warm person like me. But I've also heard about her schedule, and I've heard that she has a very strong sense of time, and it's not an exaggeration to even use her as a clock accurate to the second.

Suddenly I felt like I shouldn't force others because I couldn't be happy myself. Maybe it's because I'm nervous, so I think I look so serious, maybe all the people on TV and on stage look so serious because they're all nervous, but why aren't the actors? Maybe they didn't even know that there were cameras filming their behavior, and I even blamed myself for not being good at peeping into their privacy. My mom and dad don't like to look at things that aren't serious, and I don't dare to look at them.

I don't know how long I sat there, but my etiquette teacher finally let me stand up and guided me to the stage.

"Steady...... Steady...... Steady ......"

I don't know why, but I really like the way she says this word and her way of guidance, and I feel that there is a kind of magic in it, which is that it can really stabilize me.

"Gongye Bai Xuan, the daughter of Count Collins, the ninth head of the direct line of Hou Yi, is the best candidate for the prince. Today, Ren Kui, the head of Gongye, announced: Ren Gongye Bai Xuan is the new head of the prince. ”

I don't know any ninth master, it seems to be my great-great-grandfather. As for myself, I can only hear my full name on such occasions, you know, I can only write the word "Bai Xuan" even when I write my own name, as if the tradition of not using the royal family name on non-serious occasions began with my cousin, who is the very high twelfth lord on the stage.

I didn't have a lot of scenes, and I got off the stage quickly, but I preferred to stand on it, because it made me feel very uncomfortable sitting there as a statue.

I looked ahead and before I knew it, I was in a trance, thinking about my course. My dad said that I had inherited my mother's ice and snow intelligence, and that any problem in front of me was no longer called a problem, and they were even quietly teaching my 10-year-old brothers and sisters what they should learn. If it weren't for the day I heard Teacher Evan asking my mother where the sixth-grade science history textbook was, I would have been in the dark. But I really don't like that book, because I have the impression that the language of science is very serious, and I like this seriousness, and it seems that serious things always have their own unique charm. Often when I think of this, I think of Chop's face - that face is thin and cold, and his skin is a little wheat-colored because of his long training, which makes him look very different from other people. I've seen people whose martial arts are stronger than his current martial arts, or at least I think, they all have pale skin, and the source of their strength comes from hormone injections and chip control. He was the only one, so pure and natural, but he didn't like to laugh, and usually either followed behind Aunt Vivi, like her guardian, or stayed at some secret base I didn't know about training, sometimes I could always feel that he was looking at me, but there was no word between us.