A Fruit Status Grotto, an Eighth-Tier Clash-Little Brother, I've Long Wanted to Teach You a Lesson!

"Vying to become the Dragon Monarch."

Gu Changqing's voice echoed slowly through the hall. "Thousands of years of strife in Azure Sea Lake all boil down to those words."

"And if you look across the world, all its pursuits ultimately come down to another goal: attaining a fruit status."

Seated at the banquet, Gu Changqing looked straight at Gu Changze. "Eldest Brother, at this point, why keep deceiving yourself?"

"You invited us to this Dragon Palace banquet. There's no need to conceal what you're planning anymore."

"If you want to sit on the Dragon Monarch's throne, you'll have to eliminate me, your younger brother, and this fine nephew of mine before us. Even if you hesitate, your trusted followers in this hall will force your hand."

Gu Changze narrowed his eyes and said gravely, "Changqing, you're drunk."

Gu Changqing smiled. "The wine in my cup is still warm. How could I be drunk?"

Gu Rui knew some of the arrangements. This Dragon Palace banquet would begin with drinking and feasting, followed by a sword performance from the Seven Sword Slaves. Then they would publicly enumerate the charges, accusing Gu Changze of secretly raising troops while stationed in Northern Flow and plotting treason.

Beyond that, they would also dredge up the many past incidents in which his younger brother had allowed his subordinates to run wild in Tai Chi Hall.

Under Azure Sea Lake's laws, the two would be stripped of their positions as marquis and Crown Prince.

Once all the charges had been laid out, it would be time to tear away every pretense.

Gu Changqing shook his head and smiled. "Eldest Brother, you're still so naive. Do you think being on the right side of all those subtle words and lofty principles makes you invincible?"

"Whoever wins this banquet