Inside the imperial study of the Imperial Palace in the Demon Capital.
Shen Tian was engrossed in the book Cheng Yu had given him, The Prince (the system's fantasy adaptation).
Nearby, Shen Yue was also staring thoughtfully at a chessboard.
After a while, Shen Tian set down his book, rubbed his brow wearily, and sighed.
"Imperial Uncle truly is a genius without equal!"
Shen Yue was rather more restless. He tossed aside the chess piece in his hand and nodded in wholehearted agreement.
"Indeed..."
Then, apparently remembering something, Shen Yue frowned slightly and gave Shen Tian a worried look.
Noticing this, Shen Tian knitted his brows and looked at Shen Yue.
"What is it?"
Shen Yue said,
"I've heard some unpleasant rumors among the people. They say Imperial Uncle... wants to keep control of the Demon Dynasty forever and make you remain a puppet, Brother."
Shen Tian relaxed his brow and leaned back in his chair.
"And what do you think?"
Shen Yue shook his head.
"Utter nonsense. Those with ulterior motives are slandering Imperial Uncle. Still, it shows that the situation within the Demon Race is even worse than I thought."
At that moment, Shen Tian carried himself like a true sovereign, a faint smile on his lips as he tapped his fingers against the desk before him.
"Heh. Just a few fools with a death wish. Nothing to worry about."
Seeing Shen Yue turn his gaze toward him, Shen Tian continued,
"Have you considered that Imperial Uncle might have done this deliberately?"
Shen Yue looked thoughtful, then realization dawned on him.
"You mean..."
Shen Tian did not answer. Instead, he looked up at the ceiling and sighed.
"I thought the affairs of the North Sea Great Bird Race and the Five Fiends were already over. I never imagined