The struggle for power had only just begun, yet two of the hottest contenders had already lost their qualifications to compete. It was something everyone regretted, but there was nothing they could do about it.
Su Xiao stood motionless in the council hall, observing the three remaining princes and princesses.
The Seventh Prince wore a helpless expression. He had actually wanted to do something just now, but unfortunately, he excelled at only two things: fighting powerful enemies and flirting with women. After that came the "hehehe," earning him the title of the Iron-Reined Little Prince.
The Seventh Prince had really wanted to step forward like the other two princes and tell the old king that he would lead the Holy Warrior army to the front lines.
After careful consideration, the Seventh Prince abandoned the thought. If he truly gathered the Holy Warriors scattered across the various battlefields, the old king would lose sleep. He would not be helping the kingdom through its crisis—he would be trying to rebel.
Among all the princes and princesses, the Seventh Prince posed the greatest threat to the old king. His own combat strength aside, his title of "Wing of the Kingdom" alone was enough to demonstrate his prestige among the Holy Warriors.
"Wing of the Kingdom" was not a title the old king had wanted to bestow on the Seventh Prince. Rather, after a certain incident, more than seventy percent of the Holy Warriors had petitioned the Royal Family for it. By then, the matter was no longer about whether the old king was willing—it had become something he had to grant.
Fortunately, the Seventh Prince was rather lazy by nature, commonly known as carefree. Once he became king, he would absolutely marry a large group of beautiful queens and establish a huge harem.