“放肆！ vibrations of anger rumbled through the grand hall as the once-magnificent Prince Yangyang, now reduced to a giggling fool, clutched at his head with both hands, his eyes rolling in their sockets like a spool of yarn. His voice, formerly like jade chiming, was now a cracked, wheezing babble that scraped the ears of the gathered courtiers.

The courtiers themselves stood frozen, their faces pale as ashes. Who would’ve thought the previously invincible prince, whose every word was law, would now behave like a toddler? Yet, here he was, leaping about the hall with uncontrollable laughter, his once-royal attire now stained with drool and food crumbs, his movements erratic and unpredictable.

A soft giggle escaped from the depths of the prince’s throat, his body jerking as if seized by a fit. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, now squinted like a child mesmerized by fireflies. The once-dominant aura around him had vanished, replaced by an innocence that was almost pitiable.