Practicing Talismans

"Tell me, why don't those brats want the throne? Isn't this position good? It's wonderful!" The Emperor chewed his food vigorously as he asked.

The Prince rolled his eyes dramatically right in front of the Emperor.

"If it were truly so good, would you be pushing them to take the throne like this?"

The Emperor ignored him and continued to himself, "If only one of them actually wanted this throne! I want to go to Sanfu Town and see it for myself!"

With that, he let out a long sigh.

It had been so many years; his older brother had always wanted to step out of the Imperial City to see the outside world, but the princes felt exactly the same way.

Since the Emperor couldn't go out to enjoy himself, he refused to let the princes run off and have fun either!

That was precisely why the Third Prince had snuck into the Prince's Mansion carriage to run away to Sanfu Town in the first place.

"When is Ming'er coming back?" The Emperor felt a surge of resentment when he thought of the only son who had managed to escape.

The Prince thought for a moment and shook his head. "I suspect he doesn't want to come back at all!"

He looked up at the ceiling as he spoke; if he weren't worried that his brother would be depressed while he was out enjoying himself, he wouldn't have wanted to return either.

"Sanfu Town, Two Mountains! It really is..." The Prince left the rest unsaid, fearing that if he spoke, he would only make the Emperor unhappy again.

If he did, his brother might just trip him up the next time he went.

The Emperor had come to the Prince's Mansion quietly, and upon hearing the news, the princes