Brother-Obsessed Maniac! Want the Imperial Throne or Not?

"Old Dad, then I'll hand these weapons over to you."

Reluctantly handing over the weapons, Su Xian felt his heart ache.

These fifty-one had cost him nearly sixty gold coins!

He only had 4,949 left now!

Damn it!

One less meant one fewer!

"Don't worry. Imperial Father will store these properly and absolutely won't let anyone else know about them."

Xue Ye was incomparably solemn. These things concerned the empire's future and absolutely could not be revealed to outsiders.

Even if they were to be studied, it had to be done by those utterly loyal to him!

Otherwise, if word got out, the empire would face the might of every major power. At the very least, the Soul Guidance Cannons would be impossible to keep.

"Don't think about pushing Wuji and the others onto the throne. What is yours is yours. You can't avoid it, and neither can the empire."

Watching Su Xian's departing back, Xue Ye could not help reminding him.

In his view, the reason Su Xian resisted the Imperial Throne so strongly was probably because he knew the empire would be destroyed.

But as the emperor of the Heaven Dou Empire, he would never allow that to happen!

Clenching his fists tightly, Xue Ye silently swore a solemn oath.

"Mm-hmm..."

Su Xian nodded blankly. Honestly, he did not quite understand what that meant.

If he did not encourage Xue Wuji and the others, how could he peacefully be his carefree prince?!

Become emperor?

There was no way he would ever become emperor in this lifetime!

He should leave that miserable job to his dear younger brothers!

Sigh...

He was probably the only elder brother willing to hand over the Imperial Throne so readily!

And not only that...

For the empire's future, he had even willingly fed himself to a tiger, marrying Bibi Dong's daughter and living a blissful life of "worrying about getting—" Ah, pfft, a miserable life!

For both the nation and his family, he had already done everything he could...

If those two idiots still refused to become emperor, he would bash them to death with two hammers!

Hiss—

At the palace gates, two figures shuddered simultaneously, feeling a chill run through their hearts.

"Third Brother, do you think Big Brother has lost his mind? He actually asked me to frame him!"

Xue Wuji looked at the thin Xue Mingtong beside him and could not help asking.

"Perhaps Big Brother doesn't want to be emperor, or perhaps there's some other reason. That's why he did this," Xue Mingtong said with a smile.

Compared to the lively Xue Wuji, Xue Mingtong appeared much more mature. His expression remained calm and unreadable, making him seem deeply calculating.

"Doesn't want to be emperor?"

Xue Wuji froze. After thinking it over carefully, it did seem to have that sort of feeling, and he could not help laughing.

"So Big Brother thinks much like I do. What's so great about being emperor? Wouldn't it be better to be a free and unfettered general?"

Xue Mingtong: ...

Holy shit!!

You don't want to be emperor either?!

Damn it!

Why did the Imperial Throne suddenly seem so unappealing?!

"Aren't you afraid Imperial Father will find out and punish you severely?" Xue Mingtong glanced around, only replying after confirming no one was nearby.

"I'm not afraid. Imperial Father knows I'm not suited to be emperor anyway. Big Brother and you are far more suitable than I am." Xue Wuji shrugged indifferently.

Being a prince was already exhausting enough. Every move he made had to carry royal dignity. He could not even go to the Soul Arena, much less head to the battlefield.

Damn!

Afraid Xue Wuji would say something even more outrageous, Xue Mingtong hurriedly covered his mouth.

Fuck me!

I know you have a point, but can you just say things like that?!

Big Brother and I are more suited to the Imperial Throne?

If anyone else heard that, they'd think I was really about to start fighting Big Brother for the throne...

What would the ministers think?

What would Imperial Father think?

Although he truly coveted the Imperial Throne and wanted to compete with Big Brother for it, was that something he could openly say?

Holy shit! You're really screwing over your little brother!

"What are you two doing? Indirect kissing?"

Seeing Xue Wuji and Xue Mingtong's intimate and bizarre posture, Su Xian felt a shiver run through him and instinctively backed away.

"Pah!"

"Stay away from me!"

The moment he said that, Xue Wuji and Xue Mingtong immediately sprang apart, disgustedly patting their clothes.

What indirect kissing?!

Could he not speak properly?!

The two glared at Su Xian. Luckily, no one else was around, or this misunderstanding would have become huge.

At the thought of rumors of a "strange romance between princes" spreading throughout the city, both of them broke out in goosebumps.

"Big Brother, judging by how you look, Imperial Father didn't punish you, right?"

Xue Wuji looked Su Xian over, his eyes filled with curiosity.

After making such a huge mistake, he had still emerged safe and sound. Big Brother truly was Big Brother!

"What, were you hoping I'd be confined or beaten in court?" Su Xian replied irritably.

Looking at Xue Wuji and Xue Mingtong, Su Xian could not help finding it amusing.

These three unfortunate brothers had all been destined to die at Qian Renxue's hands. They could practically make up a whole table for Fight the Landlord!

But now that he was here, none of that would happen again.

"Big Brother is joking. We're already overjoyed that you're alright," Xue Mingtong hurriedly said, while Xue Wuji immediately nodded in agreement.

Su Xian could not help rolling his eyes. If Xue Wuji had said that, he might have believed it.

But Xue Mingtong was the textbook example of a black-bellied prince.

Put nicely, he was resourceful and wise. Put poorly, he was full of schemes. What he said was not necessarily reliable.

Still, Xue Mingtong, whose cultivation talent was not particularly high, was the most suited to become emperor.

With the same blood flowing through their veins and the same fate binding them, Su Xian felt especially close to the two of them.

So...

The heavy responsibility of protecting the Heaven Dou Empire would be entrusted to you!

Ignoring Xue Wuji, Su Xian looked at Xue Mingtong and asked in a deep voice, "Third Brother, do you want to be emperor?"

"Holy shit!"

Xue Mingtong's expression changed dramatically, and he jumped in fright.

Looking at Su Xian, then at Xue Wuji, Xue Mingtong could not help wondering whether he had forgotten to check the almanac before leaving home today.

Fuck!

One after another, all they can talk about is the Imperial Throne, while the old man is still alive!!

Are you trying to die? Aren't you afraid people will mistake it for rebellion?!

Besides...

Big Brother, what do you mean by asking me that?

How the hell am I supposed to answer?!

Isn't this putting me over a fire to roast?!

"You're only twelve, yet you're more calculating than anyone. Just tell me whether you want it or not!"

Su Xian smacked Xue Mingtong on the forehead and asked again.

Under the pressuring gazes of the two, Xue Mingtong took a deep breath and slowly uttered one word.

"Yes!"

His voice was deep and powerful, carrying immense weight. It was clear this was Xue Mingtong's true thought.

"Then this is easy!"

Su Xian clapped his hands in delight. Under Xue Mingtong's baffled stare, he revealed what was in his heart.

"Third Brother, Big Brother has no interest in the Imperial Throne anymore. In this life, I only plan to be a free and carefree prince. From here on... it will depend on whether your efforts can satisfy the old man."

"So, young man, work hard. The empire's future belongs to you, and it belongs to me too—but when all is said and done, it belongs to you!"