His fingertips stopped on a childish name in the family genealogy—that of his six-year-old youngest son, who had been raised outside the palace: Dai Tianze.
The child was still innocent and pure-hearted. Unlike Dai Weisi, he did not flaunt his brilliance, nor was he as unruly as Dai Mubai.
Dai Tianfeng stared at the name, his expression gradually darkening.
He was not old yet. He had held imperial power for decades, and the military authority of every noble family in the Star Luo Empire, except the Zhu Family, had been reclaimed.
Dai Weisi had actually begun plotting for his throne already, even going so far as to kill his own brother.
He even wanted to seize the Zhu Family's military authority. Such ambition made him all the more wary.
"Dai Weisi..."
He muttered to himself again, his fingertips pressing down so hard they nearly pierced the page. His eyes churned with the suspicion and ruthlessness unique to an emperor.
"You want too much."
The Star Luo Empire belonged to the Dai Family. That was true.
But for now, the empire bore the Dai name—and more importantly, it bore his name, Dai Tianfeng!
As long as he sat in this position, he would never allow anyone—not even his own son—to shake his authority!
He closed the genealogy and returned it to the deepest part of the bookshelf, then turned and sat down beside the imperial throne. The golden dragon carved into its back glimmered coldly in the candlelight, reflecting the schemes hidden deep within his eyes.
Dai Weisi wanted to use the Zhu Family's military authority to pave his way? He wanted to use Tiandou's hand to eliminate Dai Mubai?
It would not be that easy.
He, Dai Tianfeng, had traversed the world for half his life. What kind of storm