Akinfeev thought about it carefully, and it seemed that this was indeed the case.
The current generation of young people in the empire has some promising talents, but compared to the monster that is King of Chambord Alexander, they are worlds apart. Now, not only the citizens of Chambord City, but also the common people in other regions of the Zenit Empire, all worship King of Chambord. If King of Chambord could not become the supreme ruler of the empire before because of his bloodline, now that King of Chambord has become the long-lost third prince of His Majesty Yassin, this obstacle has been completely removed, making him the best candidate to inherit the throne in the future.
Moreover, judging from Emperor Yassin's words just now, he is very satisfied with the son of Empress Ximing, both in the past and now. He is definitely the most favored among his five sons, and his succession to the throne is even more certain.
only...
"When does Your Majesty plan to acknowledge the Third Prince? If Prince Alexander is to inherit the throne, his status as a prince must first be formally confirmed," Akinfeev raised the urgent issue.
"Until the war with the Barcelona is over," Emperor Yassin said, and even he couldn't help but reveal the anxious look of an ordinary father facing his child. "I wonder if this child will still want to return to my side. Is all of this too sudden for him?"
If it were anyone else, suddenly learning that they were the long-lost son of a high-ranking ruler like Emperor Yassin would surely be overjoyed and readily accept the news. However, with Extreme Dao and powerful figure like King of Chambord Alexander, things are uncertain. For one thing, Chambord City's current strength and prestige are actually no less than, and perhaps even greater than, the Zenit Imperial Family. Furthermore, King of Chambord is notoriously unruly; who can guarantee he would willingly acknowledge this suddenly appearing, albeit unwelcome, father?
Akinfeev laughed and said, "Your Majesty, you're overthinking things. With Uncle Frank Lampard, the Golden Lion, whom Prince Alexander greatly respects and trusts completely, as witness, the whole truth can be proven. The Third Prince won't disbelieve you. Besides, although Your Majesty hasn't acknowledged the Third Prince in the past few years, you've always taken great care of him. Blood ties are unbreakable, and the Third Prince isn't the kind of person to be extremely prejudiced. He will definitely acknowledge you."
"I hope so. But if that happens, those enemies from the past will surely learn the truth and turn their full attention to Alexander." Emperor Yassin sighed, taking out a perfectly sealed scroll from his storage ring, imbued with his Demigod- level power. He handed it to Akinfeev: "This is my secret decree of succession. Keep it secretly with you and don't tell anyone. It might come in handy if things change in the future."
"Your Majesty, what is this...?" Akinfeev took the secret decree, a sudden sense of foreboding washing over him.
In the past, Emperor Yassin was a figure of unparalleled arrogance, looking down upon all directions, above millions of people, standing at the pinnacle, like a celestial being untouched by worldly affairs. He was never like this today, acting like a child. Yet today, he seemed to have descended to earth, rambling on and on, with a hint of despondency in his words. Legend has it that Demigod- level powerhouses have a mysterious sense of their own destiny. Could it be that Emperor Yassin sensed something, leading to this long, intimate conversation in his bedchamber today?
Akinfeev carefully put away the secret edict. He looked up unintentionally and was extremely surprised to see that Emperor Yassin looked somewhat gloomy. His worries intensified, but he didn't know what to say.
The two then talked for a long time.
Looking back, the nine brothers rode their horses together, young and impetuous. But now, as time goes by, no matter if you are a peerless hero or an unfathomable figure, your life will be filled with countless regrets, leaving you with nothing but sorrow that is difficult to make up for.
Three hours later, Emperor Yassin showed signs of fatigue, which was unusual for him, Akinfeev got up to take his leave.
As his former study companion walked out of the main hall, Emperor Yassin sighed deeply, closed his eyes as if savoring something. After a long while, he opened his eyes again, his gaze filled with sharpness, and he once again regained the aura of a genius emperor who was high above and in control of everything.
"Come out."
As Emperor Yassin finished speaking, ripples spread through the air, and a black-clad guard, completely shrouded in a black cloak and armor, tore through space and stepped out, kneeling on one knee to report his mission in detail.
After hearing this, Emperor Yassin waved his hand, and the black-clad guard bowed and took his leave, turning into a wisp of black smoke and dissipating in the hall.
"He's a good-for-nothing! He just took over the defense of the West Gate and he's already got all high and mighty. How dare he act so recklessly, using the city's magical crossbow to threaten the general! He's truly disappointed me, utterly disappointed!"
Emperor Yassin frowned deeply, pondered for a long time, and finally decided that family ties would prevail, so he loosened his clenched fist.
"Very well, I'll give you one more chance. If you still can't seize it this time, don't blame me for disregarding our father-son relationship. When your third brother ascends the throne, he probably won't tolerate a spoiled prince like you!"
Thick fog blanketed the area outside the main hall.
The magnificent city of Saint Petersburg was plunged into a long night.
Meanwhile, in Chambord City, a thousand miles away.
After a long and arduous journey of half a month, King Majesty's bodyguard Torres and several powerful Orc Clan finally crossed the vast ocean and Endless Forest Sea, traversing the Ancient Blood Road with the blood of the Behemoth Beastmen, and returned to the Chambord City.
"What? The Barcelona people have invaded Zenit? They've already reached the gates of St. Petersburg and been captured? Lord Luffy and..."
"Reverse Whale Warship missing?"
After hearing Brook recount the dire situation facing the empire, Torres was shocked. From the time he left with His Majesty the King to his return today, less than forty days had passed, yet the situation on the continent had changed so drastically, leaving him both surprised and furious.
" Barcelona is now powerful, having deployed several Demigod- level experts. Chambord City, Mr. Hasselbaink, and Frank have all had to withdraw to provide reinforcements. The strategist, Old Arjen, is leading a thousand domestic troops..."
"We went to the Southern Frontier frontier, and although we tried our best to hold on, we suffered considerable losses," Brook sighed with a bitter smile. "Although the flames of war haven't reached Chambord City yet, they're not far off. The situation is extremely precarious; we don't know how long we can hold out. When will His Majesty return?"
"It'll be another month or so." Torres was getting a little anxious.
Even if I were to go back and inform His Majesty the King now, the round trip alone would take a full thirty days, and that's assuming there are no delays on the road.
"His Majesty Alexander must be notified immediately. The war has now spread to the Northern Region, and the situation is extremely dangerous. He must return to oversee the situation."
Prime Minister Best was eager for Sun Fei to return immediately and take charge of Chambord City. They could manage without His Majesty the King, but at this crucial moment, everyone seemed to lack a backbone and confidence.
"Then I'll go back immediately."
"Inform His Majesty." Torres dared not delay for a moment.
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