Princes Battle to Concede the Throne

I was convinced that the fourth prince of the concubine was the best.

It is almost unrelated to the succession to the throne because it is a concubine over the fourth son.

While avoiding the heavy responsibility of taking charge of the country in the future, the more I can enjoy my treatment as a prince. There is no other place in the country that is so full of flavor.

The bowl will come around if both brothers and one sister are all deceased, but they are the undoubted masters who will not die if they kill all three. You don't deserve to worry.

Because I was so full of that optimism...

"It's Si Xuan. I want you to take over the rest of the throne."

When my father, the Emperor, told me that, I was very upset.

It was a total surprise. The emperor told me to come right now because it was urgent, until the moment of sight, and when I went, it was the first thing I said.

It was me who knelt down in front of the throne for a while, but I come up with a possibility to make my face serious.

"Are you kidding me, brother?

"You think they're gonna die?

"No. It won't kill you. Those three should survive the burning and destruction of this Andu by the barbarians."

"I won't let the barbarians imitate me like that while the rest of my eyes are black. Well, you're right. They're still breathing."

Breath disaster should be a delight, but the emperor's voice was mixed with worry.

"Then why choose me as a successor or something? My brothers and sisters should be better suited as emperors, whether it be for the merits of the year or for the precious bitches of birth. No, no way..."

The ability most sought after by the emperor of this country is the power of a powerful force that serves as a restraint to the surrounding barbarians.

The present emperor in front of his father, as a monarch but general, is at the forefront of the battlefield, leaving anecdotes that he slashed and lay down more than a thousand people on a single horseback.

I was confident in my own martial arts. Like my brother and sisters, to the extent that I can be sure of my survival, whether there will be a simultaneous invasion of the barbarians.

"You think this arm of mine outweighs my brothers? With all due respect, Your Grace. Sure, I'm proud to say my talent surpasses theirs, but unfortunately, I'm not very good at daily training. No matter how much you win with talent, you are no match for your trained brothers. I'm winning with talent."

"No, there's no big difference between your talents and your arms. Don't be too cocky."

I get calm back where I'm slightly on track.

"Then why did you turn me into an emperor or something?

"To be a monarch, there is something more important than martial arts and talent"

Severely, the emperor says. Take that and I flashed.

"I see. I understand, Your Majesty. That's, uh, persona, right? He said that my heart deserved to stand above people in a clean and righteous way compared to my brothers."

"If you're going to choose your personality, the rest of you will be out of the box from the start. Most importantly - simply motivated."

"Motivated?"

Oh, and the emperor closed his eyes as he put a cheek wand on the throne's twist.

"Your brothers and sisters are unmotivated today. The Emperor is a pain in the ass, and I feel comfortable being a prince."

I tense my spine tightly. The idea was exactly the same as mine.

"Your Majesty. It is only natural to feel heavily responsible for the status of Emperor. What do you do with such a weak voice?"

"It's not as easy as a weak sound. The other day, for example, I brought this story to my sister Erzhu."

The emperor smiles in frustration.

"'The barbarians are successful and fascinating, aren't they? Oh, it's not bad to be attacked and to be the daughter-in-law of a tragedy,' he said, darkly threatening to surrender to the barbarians."

"What about that sister... But what about Lord Sanlong? That brother is serious, and I don't think he's gonna throw up that kind of threat."

"He's been lying down with a mysterious disease ever since the rest of us called him in. I can't see the Dead Minister, but he insists," My life isn't long anymore. "

"It must be pseudo-morbid."

"Uhm."

Sanryu seemed serious at first glance, but the seriousness seemed only temporary. Well, when I think about it, my stomach is my brother. There was no way I was that good a person. Blood cannot be contested.

"But there will be a tiger (Eph) lord. He is my oldest brother and has excellent martial arts skills. Who do you leave it to?"

"He's the worst."

Immediately the emperor affirmed.

"I know. I guess Lord Ichiti isn't even willing to do it anyway. But, Your Majesty, we are all the same who are unwilling. Then my eldest brother, Lord Ichigo, should serve as an elderly man."

"Si Xuan. You admit you're unmotivated because you're confused?

"Because otherwise I'm going to be pressed for real"

If all four are unwilling to reciprocate, perhaps one tiger of their eldest brother should be chosen. As old as I am, I can be out on the battlefield as an officer from now on. There will also be martial arts commensurate with strength. Exactly right.

When I thought so, the emperor sharpened his eyes as soon as possible.

"- As you think, 'I'll be a tiger in the end anyway,' it seems like a tiger himself feared he'd turn to himself if he hadn't done so much"

The emperor played his fingers properly.

At that moment, the door of the chamber of sight opens and a handful of sinful figures are carried in a caged trolley.

"Last night, there was a 'quote drowned in booze in the flower streets, a man who scattered rumblings against the emperor as he sickened down the streets in a shameful manner'. That's him."

White-haired, short-haired sinner with shackles in his rear hand and caged.

It was a brother/tiger with an invincible laugh of victory.