The big boss is reborn and lets himself go.

As the first rays of dawn pierced the sky and gently caressed the earth, a veil of morning mist began to slowly spread through the air. Birds chirped merrily, seemingly playing their own beautiful and moving melody of the morning. The sunlight struggled to penetrate the thick clouds, and after much effort, finally managed to cast down a few warm, golden rays.

On the grass, dewdrops clinging to the blades resembled sparkling pearls, gently rolling and shimmering in the breeze. Colorful flowers swayed softly in the wind, releasing a delicate fragrance that soothed the soul. The world seemed to be slowly awakening from its slumber, everything peaceful and beautiful.

As if meticulously adorned by the wondrous artist of nature, every corner is brimming with vitality and life. Amidst this picturesque and enchanting morning scene, a new day has begun.

However, today is a special day for the royal family. Crown Prince Blaine plans to take his newborn nephew, Hilbert, to his adoptive parents' home for a heartfelt thank you visit. Therefore, with their tacit approval, Crown Prince Blaine has cancelled all his other scheduled activities for the day, solely to focus on this important matter.

For Prince Blaine, whose thoughts often wander to escaping work and indulging in leisure time, and who occasionally, like his beloved niece Catherine, chooses to slack off and do nothing, the recent news was undoubtedly a cause for great joy. This esteemed prince had never anticipated that his nephew, who had just returned yesterday, could bring him such unexpected benefits, causing his affection for his nephew to instantly intensify.

Just as the first rays of sunlight touched the earth, Crown Prince Blaine eagerly arrived at the magnificent private building where his father, Prince Carlos, stored his personal treasury. The heavy iron gates were tightly shut, as if guarding endless wealth and secrets. Prince Blaine, his eyes gleaming, gazed intently at everything before him, his face beaming with undisguised excitement.

Within his sight, his father, Prince Carlos, and mother, Queen Sharon, were busy directing their servants as they moved precious gifts gathered from every corner of the house. Some of these dazzling gifts came from the residences of his three younger brothers, each carrying deep affection and blessings.

"Hey! You guys over there, keep your hands down! Don't break anything!" Prince Blaine shouted at the top of his lungs, afraid that the careless servants might accidentally damage any of the treasures. Then, he pointed to several boxes not far away and said, "See those? That's it. Inside are the treasures I finally managed to get from my father. Make sure to put them in the most conspicuous place!" After saying that, he waved to the servants in charge of moving them, signaling them to do so quickly.

"In addition, there are gifts from three other noble princes. Among them, the precious items given by my nephew prince need to be carefully placed in the three carriages at the front."

"Now let's talk about this last car behind us. It's carrying gifts that Princess Catherine specially arranged for her trusted confidante to deliver tonight! Everyone, be very careful when you're working, and handle these treasures with utmost care. Don't bump or knock them over. You know, Princess Catherine has quite a temper. If we accidentally damage these things and cause her to fly into a rage, the consequences will be far beyond what I can afford to bear! So, everyone, pay close attention and make sure this is done perfectly, or you'll be in big trouble!"

Finally, after a long and arduous process, all the exquisite gifts were packed into boxes one by one, under the constant urging and nagging of Crown Prince Blaine. Throughout the entire process, Hilbert stood quietly beside his uncle, Crown Prince Blaine, so nervous that he didn't dare to breathe.

Nevertheless, a deep warmth and emotion welled up within him. Watching his uncle's earnest, focused, and tireless efforts, bustling about for him and constantly checking that each gift was properly placed, Hilbert's eyes couldn't help but well up with tears.

He had always been lonely, like a rootless duckweed, drifting aimlessly in this world. People would always point fingers at him, calling him a bastard who had usurped someone else's place. These harsh words were like sharp knives, deeply piercing his heart. But at this moment, his uncle was like a towering mountain, steadfastly protecting him, sheltering him from the wind and rain.

Hilbert gazed silently at his uncle, his eyes filled with deep affection. It was as if, with his uncle and family by his side, he was no longer afraid, no matter how rugged and difficult the road ahead. At that moment, he truly felt the power of family love, knowing that he was no longer that pitiful child without love, but a lucky one with a solid support.

Just then, the esteemed Crown Prince Blaine slowly swept his gaze around. Seeing that the servants had finished packing everything, he turned gently and smiled, beckoning to his nephew, Hilbert. However, when his gaze fell upon Hilbert's face, he found the boy looking completely bewildered, as if his thoughts had drifted far away. His dazed expression made even the usually composed Crown Prince Blaine feel a little helpless. He gently shook his head, raised his hand to his forehead, and then raised his voice to his still-absent-minded nephew, "Hilbert, son! The gifts are all packed. We should be leaving now. Come and get in the car."

Upon hearing his uncle Prince Blaine's call, Hilbert snapped out of his reverie. He blinked a few times and quickly replied, "Uncle, I'm here!" Hilbert looked up and saw his uncle gracefully enter the car. Without hesitation, he strode towards his uncle's vehicle like an arrow. In the blink of an eye, he reached the door, then deftly leaped inside.

The driver, with sharp eyes, spotted Prince Hilbert slowly approaching. After he boarded the car, the driver pressed a button beside him without hesitation. In an instant, accompanied by a slight mechanical whirring, the car door slammed shut, as if time had been precisely calculated, closing perfectly the instant Hilbert entered the car.

Hilbert stepped into the car and sat down in the spacious back seat. However, this was a custom-made, extended limousine with an extremely ample interior. Although both were in the back, they were actually facing each other, each occupying one side.

Prince Blaine sat upright opposite him, lost in thought. Having not yet become acquainted with his newly returned nephew, and having heeded his mother's advice, he was unsure how to begin a conversation, despite his curiosity and desire to learn more about him. He feared that his unintentional words might touch upon something sensitive about his unfamiliar nephew, causing unnecessary embarrassment or conflict. Thus, a subtle and somewhat restrained atmosphere filled the carriage, broken only by the quiet murmur of the vehicle's smooth movement.

At this moment, Hilbert felt the same way as Prince Blaine, but he had his own thoughts. His uncle's powerful aura filled him with awe, making him unsure how to begin a conversation. After all, his uncle wasn't as kind and approachable as his sister, which always made Hilbert somewhat reserved in his presence.

Hilbert thought to himself, "Perhaps it's because my uncle has held a high position for so many years, sitting on that golden throne that symbolizes power and prestige, and has been tempered by the years, that his face looks so serious and stern." This thought kept swirling in Hilbert's mind, adding to his inner tension and unease.

For a moment, Prince Blaine and his nephew Hilbert fell silent, as if the whole world had frozen. They looked at each other, neither knowing what to say, and an awkward, suffocating atmosphere filled the air, as if even the dust in the surroundings had stopped moving. This silence lasted for a long time, making time seem to stretch on endlessly.