"Waste it, then!"
Qin Hao remained unmoved, as if he'd completely given up.
Now that his brother had unified the Ancient Wasteland, voicing an opinion only got him beaten. His brother had even said that Great Qin belonged to him, and Qin Hao had no right to meddle.
He couldn't win an argument, and he couldn't win a fight!
He was tired!
Let it all burn!
"Still mad at your big brother!?"
Seeing that his second younger brother still wouldn't drink the chicken soup, Qin Feng played the sympathy card like a heartless boss in a hurry. "You can't really blame me, you know. Your big brother is now the First Emperor of Great Qin, and I just brought the Grassland Tribes under our rule. You contradicted me in front of them. How am I supposed to command their respect from now on? Where does that leave the authority of the First Emperor of Great Qin!?"
"Right is right, and wrong is wrong!"
As if he'd found an outlet for his frustration, Qin Hao said indignantly, "As the Qin Emperor, you should lead by example and hold yourself to strict standards. If people aren't allowed to speak up when you do something wrong, and you only care about your personal prestige, won't those below you follow your example? Then the court will be full of petty villains. Who will genuinely stand up for the common people!?"
"Second brother, you're still too young!"
Qin Feng sighed helplessly and looked toward the grassland tribes ahead.
Two children were playing on the grass. With a wave of his hand, he conjured two swings out of thin air.
"Swings!?"
Qin Hao stared in confusion, unable to understand what Qin Feng was doing.
The two children saw the swings appear from nowhere. They approached cautiously