Star Luo Imperial Palace, Hall of Supreme Harmony.
Xu Jiujiu stood in the middle of the crowd, her gaze lingering on one of her nephews before her as everyone else stepped aside.
"Number Eight, what about you? You always listened to my imperial brother the most!"
"Aunt, your nephew has little talent or learning. With the empire in peril, I'm not afraid of death, only of bungling affairs of state!"
"Fourth Brother would be better! Hasn't he always wanted to be crown prince?"
Under Xu Jiujiu's stare, the eighth prince turned pale. He hastily waved his hands and ducked behind the crowd with an awkward smile.
The sight of their father's assassination was still vivid in their minds. The shock it had dealt them far outweighed the allure of the throne.
If it had happened once, it could happen again!
Who knew whether that Limit Douluo had left? If he was assassinated right after ascending the throne, he would have been better off lying low.
Let his other brothers test the waters first! If it proved safe, rebellion was always an option! The struggle for the throne wasn't about going first, but about keeping the waves rolling endlessly!
Looking back, hadn't Emperor Xue Beng also lain low under Qian Renxue's nose for years before finally becoming a great emperor?
"Number Four!"
Xu Jiujiu turned to look at a prince beside her, but the fourth prince immediately lowered his head and pretended not to hear.
Clearly, he had the same idea.
The bird that stuck its head out got shot! Ascending the throne now was practically courting death! Even if he took it, he would inherit a complete mess, with unrest both inside and out.
"A pack of cowards! Get out!"
Looking at her nephews, who had once fought over the