No Money

"Do you smell that?" Xue Xing asked without turning around.

"Smell what?" Xue Beng sniffed. "Uncle, did you change the incense in your Study?"

"The smell of blood." Xue Xing rubbed his forehead helplessly.

Now that he could no longer become emperor, had his brain deteriorated too?

Xue Beng froze for a moment, then shrugged carelessly. "That Cui fellow? I heard about it. My brother issued the Slave Abolition Decree, and he took the lead in opposing it, so my brother confiscated his property. So what if his property was confiscated? What does that have to do with me?"

Xue Xing finally turned around.

Seated in a grand master chair, his gaze fell upon Xue Beng's indolent face.

The sight of this prince, whom he had painstakingly supported for so many years, stirred an inexplicable frustration in his heart.

"What do you mean, what does it have to do with you?" Xue Xing asked, barely suppressing his anger. "Your brother has been on the throne for only one month, yet every step he has taken has been steady and decisive. Half the Ministry of Personnel has been purged, three of the five great families in Heaven Dou City have been wiped out, and the treasury's books look far better than they did under Father Emperor. Do you know what that means?"

"It means my brother is a good emperor." Xue Beng answered casually, lifting his teacup for a small sip. "Uncle, you should be happy. With such a diligent and enlightened ruler in the Heaven Dou Empire, the people will benefit."

Xue Xing took a deep breath and stared at him. "Have you not considered your own position?"

Xue Beng set down his teacup and finally grew somewhat serious.

"Uncle, I know what you are worried about. You fear that