They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System

Chapter 83: Playing One More Tricky Angle Chapter 83: Playing One More Tricky Angle Abuchi, who

had been silent this whole time, cleared his throat.

“I think...

perhaps we misunderstood.

Of course, your studies are important.

Maybe we can...

figure something out?” The mention of the first prince had effectively cornered Obinna and Abuchi,

leaving them unable to neatly wriggle out of the discussion.

Defying their elder brother’s authority was out of the question, so they exchanged glances, silently

agreeing it was best to compromise.

Before the tension could boil over further, King lkechukwu finally intervened, his tone calm but

authoritative.

“Nnenna,” he began, “you will not be in charge of supervising the entire preparation for the

celebration.

That is the housekeeper’s responsibility, that is his job.” At his words, relief washed over Nnenna’s

face, but everyone else at the table seemed displeased.

The king, however, wasn’t finished.

“But,” he continued, his tone sharpening and immediately sparking their interest, “you will need to

make stto ensure everything is in order.

You have worked with the servants for years, and I trust your judgment.

Work alongside the housekeeper.

You won’t be doing the work, but you will supervise and coordinate with him to make sure

everything is perfect for your sister’s birthday celebration.” He paused for a moment, watching the

room’s reactions, then added, “And let’s not forget, this is also your birthday celebration.

You should put in more effort.

After all, this is your day too.” The mood in the room shifted instantly.

Ebere, Queen Chioma, and even the brothers perked up, excitement flickering in their eyes.

The king’s framing of the task as a dual responsibility for her birthday and her sister’s made it clear

they now had an angle.

Supervising wasn't just a duty, it was an opportunity to shift the real workload onto her in subtle ways.

Nnenna, however, could see through their scheming expressions.

She remained calm, her face neutral as she responded, “Thank you, father.

| will coordinate with the housekeeper to ensure the celebration is successful.” The queen smirked, though she

quickly concealed it.

Ebere folded her arms, already planning ways to push the work onto Nnenna while keeping her hands clean.

Even Obinna and Abuchi, who had earlier tried to dodge responsibility, were silently gleeful at the prospect of

Nnenna being stuck managing the bulk of the preparations.

The king, seemingly satisfied with the arrangement, nodded.

“Good.

Now, let's all focus on doing our best.

The kingdom, our allies and enemies are watching, and we must present ourselves as one strong, unified family.”

As breakfast was coming to an end, the housekeeper, who had been silently observing everything walked past,

approaching Nnenna discreetly.

“Don’t worry, young miss,” he said in a low voice, his tone reassuring.

“I'll handle everything.

You won't have to lift a finger unless it's absolutely necessary.” Nnenna gave him a grateful smile.

“Thank you, Grandpa Housekeeper.

| trust you completely.” But as she glanced back at the table, where her family continued to quietly conspire, she

couldn’t help but think, ‘This is going to be a long couple of weeks.” Nnenna thought it over.

It wasn’t so bad to be in charge of her birthday celebration, but only if they actually allowed her to really be in

charge.

Chances were, they wouldn't.

They would find ways to twist things around and pile the work on her.

Deciding to take one more calculated gamble, she cleared her throat and spoke.

“Father,” she began, her tone deliberately calm, drawing everyone's attention.

“As you said, it is indeed my birthday celebration, so of course, | have to put in the effort.

But...” She paused, her gaze flicking to Ebere, who raised a brow in suspicion.

“It’s also my sister's birthday.” This earned a few murmurs of interest.

“If I have to supervise,” she continued, her words steady and thoughtful, “and, as you said, not do anything

apart from casual supervision, then it’s only fair my sister helps as well.

After all, we were born on the sday.

It's her birthday too.” Ebere “.?!” Ebere opened her mouth to protest, but Nnenna pressed on before she could

interrupt.

“Imagine this,” she said, her voice gaining a faint note of enthusiasm.

“When the ball comes, how impressed will everyone be to see your two daughters working together and being

praised for pulling off such a magnificent event?

People will see that your daughters are not just royal by blood but also hardworking, well trained, and capable.”

The room went quiet, the weight of her words sinking in.

She saw her father’s expression shift to one of contemplation, the gears turning in his mind.

Ebere “.!I!” ‘Who cares what the guests think?!

| can still take the credit without doing a single dang thing!” Sensing the king's interest in the idea, Queen

Chioma’s lips thinned as she shot a glance at Ebere, who looked ready to argue making her hold back.

Nnenna inwardly smiled.

Whether they liked it or not, she had laid the groundwork to spread the responsibility.

A few more seconds passed as the king pondered Nnenna’s suggestion.

The silence was heavy, and Ebere, unable to bear it any longer, burst out, “What are you trying to

do?

You're a servant!

This is your work, not mine!

Don’t pullinto—" “Ebere,” King lkechukwu interrupted sharply, his voice cutting through the

room like a blade.

Everyone turned to him, the weight of his authority settling on the table.

“She’s right.

You will also supervise the preparations with her.

There isn’t much to it, your role is simple.

You don’t have to do everything the servants or the housekeeper will handle.

All you need to do is show up occasionally, ensure everything is in order, and take all the credit

during the ball.

It will look good for both of you as my daughters.” He paused, his voice dropping lower with a

steely edge.

“And do not ever refer to your sister as a servant again.

Have you considered how that would sound if outsiders overheard?

How it would reflect on this family and this kingdom?

Watch your words, Ebere.” Ebere “...” Ebere visibly shrank under his intense gaze.

Her earlier bravado disappeared as his anger settled heavily on her shoulders.

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